If I gained the world, but lost the Sav­ior,
Were my life worth liv­ing for a day?
Could my yearn­ing heart find rest and com­fort
In the things that soon must pass away?
If I gained the world, but lost the Sav­ior,
Would my gain be worth the life­long strife?
Are all earth­ly plea­sures worth com­par­ing
For a mo­ment with a Christ-filled life?

Had I wealth and love in full­est mea­sure,
And a name re­vered both far and near,
Yet no hope be­yond, no har­bor wait­ing,
Where my storm-tossed vess­el I could steer;
If I gained the world, but lost the Sav­ior,
Who en­dured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world af­ford a re­fuge,
Whither, in my ang­uish, I might flee?

O what emp­ti­ness!—with­out the Sav­ior
’Mid the sins and sor­rows here be­low!
And eter­ni­ty, how dark with­out Him!
Only night and tears and end­less woe!
What, though I might live with­out the Sav­ior,
When I come to die, how would it be?
O to face the val­ley’s gloom with­out Him!
And with­out Him all eter­ni­ty!

O the joy of hav­ing all in Je­sus!
What a balm the brok­en heart to heal!
Ne’er a sin so great, but He’ll for­give it,
Nor a sor­row that He does not feel!
If I have but Je­sus, on­ly Je­sus,
Nothing else in all the world be­side—
O then ev­ery­thing is mine in Je­sus;
For my needs and more He will pro­vide.