Scripture Verse

Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:20–21


Words: Eli­el Da­vis, in the ma­ga­zine Mu­tu­al Ins­truct­or, 1826.

Music: Ken­sal Green Phi­lip P. Bliss, 1874 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Davis (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Philip P. Bliss (1838–1876)


From every earthly pleasure
From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure
That soon will fade and die:
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
No nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that ne­ver end.

From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast today,
Or threatens us tomorrow—
Hope turns our eyes away;
On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light;
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.

’Tis true we are but strangers
And sojourners here below;
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go;
Though painful and distressing,
There is a rest above,
And onward we are pressing
To reach that land of love.