I Was Poor as the Poorest

I was poor as the poor­est out­cast from the fold

I sank by the way­side with hun­ger and cold;

But He bade me look up

All His rich­es be­hold;

O the wealth of the world is Je­sus.

I was poor as the poor­est out­cast from the fold

But He gave me great trea­sures of sil­ver and gold

And a man­sion above that will nev­er grow old

For the wealth of the world is Je­sus.

I was poor as the poor­est

I shrank from the throng

I hid in the dark­ness that dwelt with me long;

But He came like the morn­ing

With sun­light and song

Now the light of my life is Je­sus.

I was poor as the poor­est

I wan­dered alone

No dwell­ing I had

and my pil­low a stone;

But I heard some­one whis­per

My child

still My own;

Now the peace of my heart is Je­sus.

I was poor as the poor­est; He came from the sky

With love that was death­less for sin­ners to die;

And He bled on the cross

And my heart said

’Tis I;

Now the love in my soul is Je­sus.

I was poor as the poor­est till Je­sus stooped low

And washed all my sins of the white­ness of snow;

And so that is the rea­son

I love Him

you know;

O the wealth of the world is Je­sus.