Jesus, Priceless Treasure

Jesus, priceless treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest Friend to me:

Ah! how long I’ve panted, And my heart has fainted, Thirsting, Lord, for Thee.

Thine I am, O spotless Lamb, I will suffer naught to hide Thee,

Nought I ask beside Thee.

In Thine arm I rest me; Foes who would molest me Cannot reach me here;

Though the earth be shaking, Every heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear;

Sin and hell in conflict fell With their bitter storms assail me:

Jesus will not fail me.

Hence all fears and sadness! For the Lord of gladness, Jesus enters in;

Those who love the Father, Tho’ the storms may gather, Still have peace within;

Yea, whate’er I here must bear, Still in Thee lies purest pleasure,

Jesus, priceless treasure!