What Is the World to Me?

What is the world to me

With all its vaunt­ed plea­sure

When Thou

and Thou alone

Lord Je­sus

art my trea­sure!

Thou on­ly

dear­est Lord

My soul’s de­light shalt be;

Thou art my peace

my rest—

What is the world to me?

The world is like a cloud

And like a va­por fleet­ing

A sha­dow that de­clines

Swift to its end re­treat­ing.

My Je­sus doth ab­ide

Though all things fade and flee;

My ev­er­last­ing rock—

What is the world to me?

The world seeks to be praised

And hon­ored by the migh­ty

Yet nev­er once re­flects

That they are frail and fligh­ty.

But what I tru­ly prize

Above all things is He

My Je­sus

He alone—

What is the world to me?

The world seeks af­ter wealth

And all that Mam­mon of­fers

Yet nev­er is con­tent

Though gold should fill it cof­fers.

I have a high­er good

Content with it I’ll be:

My Je­sus is my wealth—

What is the world to me?

The world is sore­ly grieved

Whenever it is slight­ed

Or when its hol­low fame

And hon­or have been blighted.

Christ

Thy re­proach I bear

Long as it pleas­eth Thee;

I’m hon­ored by my Lord—

What is the world to me?

The world with wan­ton pride

Exalts its sin­ful plea­sures

And for them fool­ish­ly

Gives up the heav­en­ly trea­sures.

Let oth­ers love the world

With all its van­ity;

I love the Lord

my God—

What is the world to me?

The world ab­id­eth not;

Lo

like a flash ’twill van­ish;

With all it gorg­eous pomp

Pale death it can­not ban­ish;

Its rich­es pass away

And all its joys must flee;

But Je­sus doth ab­ide—

What is the world to me?

What is the world to me?

My Je­sus is my trea­sure

My life

my health

my wealth

My friend

my love

my plea­sure

My joy

my crown

my all

My bliss eter­nal­ly.

Once more

then

I de­clare—

What is the world to me?