What is the world to me,
With all its vaunted pleasure
When Thou, and Thou alone,
Lord Je­sus, art my treasure!
Thou only, dearest Lord,
My soul’s delight shalt be;
Thou art my peace, my rest—
What is the world to me?

The world is like a cloud
And like a vapor fleeting,
A shadow that declines,
Swift to its end retreating.
My Je­sus doth abide,
Though all things fade and flee;
My ev­er­last­ing rock—
What is the world to me?

The world seeks to be praised
And honored by the mighty,
Yet ne­ver once reflects
That they are frail and flighty.
But what I truly prize
Above all things is He,
My Je­sus, He alone—
What is the world to me?

The world seeks after wealth
And all that Mammon offers,
Yet ne­ver is content
Though gold should fill it coffers.
I have a higher good,
Content with it I’ll be:
My Je­sus is my wealth—
What is the world to me?

The world is sorely grieved
Whenever it is slighted
Or when its hollow fame
And honor have been blighted.
Christ, Thy reproach I bear
Long as it pleaseth Thee;
I’m honored by my Lord—
What is the world to me?

The world with wanton pride
Exalts its sinful pleasures
And for them foolishly
Gives up the heavenly treasures.
Let others love the world
With all its vanity;
I love the Lord, my God—
What is the world to me?

The world abideth not;
Lo, like a flash ’twill vanish;
With all it gorgeous pomp
Pale death it cannot banish;
Its riches pass away,
And all its joys must flee;
But Je­sus doth abide—
What is the world to me?

What is the world to me?
My Je­sus is my treasure,
My life, my health, my wealth,
My friend, my love, my pleasure,
My joy, my crown, my all,
My bliss eternally.
Once more, then, I declare—
What is the world to me?