Jesus, Priceless Treasure,
Source Of Purest Pleasure,
Truest Friend To Me;
Long My Heart Hath Panted,
Till It Well-Nigh Fainted,
Thirsting After Thee.
Thine I Am, O Spotless Lamb,
I Will Suffer Naught To Hide Thee,
Ask For Naught Beside Thee.
Source Of Purest Pleasure,
Truest Friend To Me;
Long My Heart Hath Panted,
Till It Well-Nigh Fainted,
Thirsting After Thee.
Thine I Am, O Spotless Lamb,
I Will Suffer Naught To Hide Thee,
Ask For Naught Beside Thee.
In Thine Arms I Rest Me;
Foes Who Would Molest Me
Cannot Reach Me Here.
Though The Earth Be Shaking,
Every Heart Be Quaking,
God Dispels Our Fear;
Sin And Hell In Conflict Fell
With Their Heaviest Storms Assail Us:
Jesus Will Not Fail Us.
Hence, All Thoughts Of Sadness!
For The Lord Of Gladness,
Jesus, Enters In:
Those Who Love The Father,
Though The Storms May Gather,
Still Have Peace Within;
Yea, Whatever We Here Must Bear,
Still In Thee Lies Purest Pleasure,
Jesus, Priceless Treasure!