1 Let others worldly riches prize,
I scorn this earthly clod;
My portion is above the skies,
My Savior and my God.
2 In all that men call good and great,
No pleasure can I find;
A lofty house, or large estate,
Can ne’er content the mind.
3 Were the Peruvian mountains mine,
With all their hidden store,
Did I in gold and jewels shine,
I still should wish for more.
4 Not Crœsus’ wealth, nor Cæsar’s power,
Were I of both possessed,
Could inward peace and joy restore,
Or ease the troubled breast.
5 Restless I rove from place to place,
And search from pole to pole,
’Till Jesus shows His lovely face,
There’s nought can cheer my soul.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16315