Scripture Verse

I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ. Philippians 3:8

Introduction

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Henry Hartzler (1840–1920)

Words: Hen­ry B. Hartz­ler, 1888. Ap­peared in Town­er’s Male Choir Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4 Com­bined, ed­it­ed by Da­ni­el B. Town­er (New York; Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois; & To­ron­to, Ca­na­da: Flem­ing H. Re­vell, 1894), page 12.

Music: Na­than B. Sar­gent (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

Lyrics

The trea­sures of earth are not mine,
I hold not its sil­ver and gold:
But a trea­sure far great­er is mine;
I have rich­es of val­ue un­told.

Refrain

Oh, the depths of the rich­es of love,
The rich­es of love in Christ Je­sus,
Far bet­ter than gold, or wealth un­told,
Are the rich­es of love in Christ Je­sus.

The trea­sures of earth must all fail,
Its rich­es and hon­or de­cay,
But the rich­es of love that are mine,
Even death can not take them away.

Refrain

Compared with the rich­es of love,
The wealth of the world is but dross;
I will seek but Christ Je­sus to win,
And for Him I count all things but loss.

Refrain

Come, take of the rich­es of Christ,
Exhaustless, and free is the store,
Of its won­der­ful full­ness re­ceive,
Till you hun­ger and thirst ne­ver­more.

Refrain