Not all the treasures of the earth,
Can vie for beauty or for worth,
With those who in God’s Word abound,
For there the richest gems are found.
No costly vesture do I crave,
No princely jewels would I have,
But robed with Thy humility,
O Savior, I would ever be.
The crowns of earth, oh, do not bring,
Tho’ won by proudest prince or king,
For, in a land more bright and fair,
There is the crown I long to wear.
Tho’ but a wanderer I roam,
Not here I seek my rest or home,
For I’ve a portion with the blest,
And only there shall be my rest.