“Poor! yes, I am—I glory in the thought,
But rich in Him who with His blood me bought.
Poor! yet I love my poverty to see
That I may live in Christ, and He in me.
“Poor! yes, my soul, how glorious ‘tis to know
On empty souls Christ does His love bestow.
All things are Christ’s; heaven earth—at His command,
All things are mine—for in Him I do stand!”