Jesus, priceless treasure, source of purest pleasure
Truest friend to me;
Long my heart has 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 arm 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;
Yes, whate'er we here must bear,
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure,
Jesus, priceless treasure!
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