The Riches of Heaven

Not all the trea­sures of the earth

Can vie for beau­ty or for worth

With those who in God’s Word abound

For there the rich­est gems are found.

No cost­ly ves­ture do I crave

No prince­ly jew­els would I have

But robed with Thy hu­mil­ity

O Sav­ior

I would ev­er be.

The crowns of earth

oh

do not bring

Tho’ won by proud­est prince or king

For

in a land more bright and fair

There is the crown I long to wear.

Tho’ but a wan­der­er I roam

Not here I seek my rest or home

For I’ve a por­tion with the blest

And on­ly there shall be my rest.