His Love Is Far Better Than Gold

The love of the Christ is so pre­cious

That no mor­tal its wealth can un­fold;

His grace is a store­house of rich­es to me

His love is far bet­ter than gold.

His love is far bet­ter than gold

Its full­ness can nev­er be told;

It makes me an heir to the man­sions ab­ove

For His love is far bet­ter than gold.

He meets ev­ery need with the pro­mise

No good thing from His own to with­hold;

So daily I trust in the Cru­ci­fied One

His love is far bet­ter than gold.

My heart ev­er yearns with a long­ing

To be­hold the great joy of my soul

Forever to dwell in the pre­sence of Him

Whose love is far bet­ter than gold.