From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
Well for him who, all things losing,
E’en himself doth count as naught,
Still the one thing needful choosing
That with all true bliss is fraught.
Well for him who nothing knoweth
But his God, whose boundless love
Makes the heart wherein it gloweth
Calm and pure and faithful prove.
Well for him who, all forsaking,
Walketh not in shadows vain,
But the path of peace is taking
Through the vale of tears and pain.
O that we our hearts might sever
From earth’s tempting vanities,
Fixing them on Him forever
In whom all our fullness lies.