351 Jesus, priceless treasure,

1 Jesus, priceless treasure, Source of purest pleasure, Truest friend to me: Ah, how long I've panted, And my heart hath fainted, Thirsting, Lord, for Thee. Thine I am, O spotless Lamb! I will suffer naught to hide Thee, Naught I ask beside Thee. 2 In Thine arms 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; Fires may flash and thunder crash, Yea, and sin and hell assail me, Jesus will not fail me. 3 Hence with earthly treasure! Thou art all my pleasure, Jesus, all my choice; Hence, thou empty glory! Naught to me thy story, Told with tempting voice; Pain or loss, or shame, or cross, Shall not from my Savior move me, Since He deigns to love me. 4 Fare thee well that errest, Thou that earth preferrest, Thou wilt tempt in vain; Fare thee well, transgression, Hence, abhorred possession, Come not forth again. Past your hour, O pride and power, Worldly life, thy bonds I sever, Fare thee well forever! 5 Hence, all fear and sadness! For the Lord of gladness, Jesus, enters in; Those who love the Father, Though the storms may gather, Still have peace within; Yea, whate'er I here must bear, Thou art still my purest pleasure. Jesus, priceless treasure.