Scripture Verse

Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven. Matthew 6:19


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge (1702–1751). Pub­lished post­hu­mous­ly in Hymns Found­ed on Va­ri­ous Texts in the Ho­ly Scrip­tures, by Job Or­ton (Shrop­shire, Eng­land: Jo­shua Ed­dowes & John Cot­ton, 1755).

Music: Rose Hill Jo­seph E. Sweet­ser, 1849 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


Why will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God’s compassion spares;
While, in the various range of thought
The one thing needful is forgot?

Why will ye chase the fleeting wind,
And famish your immortal mind,
While angels with regret look down
To see you spurn a heavenly crown?

Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Je­sus urge His dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain?
And all these pleas be urged in vain?

Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue;
Not so will Hea­ven and hell appear,
When death’s decisive hour is near.

Almighty God, Thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction on each heart,
Nor let us waste, on trifling cares,
That life which Thy compassion spares.