The Cyber Hymnal ‎#16119

16119. Let The Sinner Prize His Treasure

1 Let the sin­ner prize his trea­sure,
I would love things above,
Yielding high­er plea­sure.

2 Sons of mirth your joys de­ceive you,
They are vain, will give pain,
And ere long will leave you.

3 Let men thirst for world­ly glo­ry,
Court re­nown, seek a crown,
All is tran­si­to­ry.

4 I shall still pre­fer my sta­tion,
Seek for peace, taste its bliss,
Free from ob­ser­va­tion

5 They who toil with pain and ang­uish,
To ob­tain earth­ly gain,
Soon will pine and lang­uish.

6 Such the trea­sure I’m pos­sess­ing,
Naught on earth can give birth,
To an eq­ual bless­ing.

7 God my strength will still sus­tain me,
Though I’m poor, I am sure,
He will not dis­dain me.

8 May I feel in­creas­ing plea­sure,
In His ways all my days,
Own Him as my tre­asure.

Text Information

• First Line: Let the sin­ner prize his trea­sure
• Title: Let The Sinner Prize His Treasure
• Author: Benjamin Beddome, 1717-1795
• Meter: 83.36
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns Adapted to Public Worship (London: Burton and Briggs,1818)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: KIRK ELLA
• Composer: Henry Ernest Nichol, 1862-1926
• Meter: 83 36
• Key: G Major or modal
• Copyright: Public Domain