1 Jesus, priceless treasure,
Fount of purest pleasure,
Truest friend to me:
Ah, how long I've panted
And my heart hath fainted,
Thirsting Lord, for Thee.
Thine I am, O spotless Lamb!
I will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Naught I ask beside Thee.
2 In Thine arms I rest me,
Foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here;
Though the earth be shaking,
Ev'ry heart be quaking,
Jesus calms my fear;
Fires may flash and thunder crash,
Yea, and sin and hell assail me,
Jesus will not fail me.
3 Hence with earthly treasure!
Thou art all my pleasure,
Jesus, all my choice;
Hence thou empty glory!
Naught to me thy story,
Told with tempting voice;
Pain or loss, or shame, or cross,
Shall not from my Savior move me,
Since He deigns to love me.
4 Fare thee well that errest,
Thou that earth prefer rest,
Thou wilt tempt in vain;
Fare thee well, transgression,
Hence, abhorred possession,
Come not forth again.
Past your hour, O pride and power,
Worldly life, thy bonds I sever,
Fare thee well forever!
5 Hence, all fear and sadness!
For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in;
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within;
Yea, whate'er I here must bear,
Thou art still my purest pleasure
Jesus, priceless treasure.