I’ve chosen the Lord Jesus

I’ve chosen the Lord Jesus,
My very world to be;
His love is so abundant,
He fills my every need.
O Lord, I am Your vessel
Which only You can fill;
All Sychar’s wells exhausting,
I’m thirsty still.

I’ve chosen the Lord Jesus,
My very joy to be,
With Him my heart, though aching,
Has still a song to sing.
With Him, I need no reason
To shout exultantly,
For all my jubilation
From Him does spring.

I’ve chosen the Lord Jesus,
My very hope to be,
I muse on all the vastness
Of wealth to me bequeathed;
And yet, ’tis the Provider
I treasure and desire;
To gain the best—Christ Jesus—
My heart aspires.

I’ve chosen the Lord Jesus,
My very Lord to be;
His love defies description,
One taste will conquer thee.
My all I’ve consecrated,
And naught from Him implore,
But that my Lord be happy,
And grieved no more.