’Tis Jesus! (Kirk)

In land or store I may be poor;

My place un­known

my name ob­scure;

Of this I have the wit­ness sure;

O bless the Lord

I’ve Je­sus!

What tho’ the world its gifts de­ny

I’ve rich­es more than gold can buy—

The key to trea­sures in the sky!

O bless the Lord

I’ve Je­sus!

On life’s rough sea how frail my bark!

But in the storm and dens­est dark

I have a safe and trust­ed ark;

O bless the Lord

’tis Je­sus!

When sha­dows deep around me fall

And gloom and fear my soul en­thrall

There is an arm be­neath them all;

O bless the Lord

’tis Je­sus!

Soon will this fleet­ing life be o’er:

O then

up­on the oth­er shore

I’ll be with Him for­ev­er­more

Forevermore with Je­sus.