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Jesus, priceless treasure,
Fount of purest pleasure.
Truest friend to me:
Ah, how long in anguish
Shall my spirit languish.
Yearning, Lord, for Thee?
Thou art mine
O Lamb divine:
I will suffer naught to hide Thee.
Naught I ask beside Thee.
In Thine arms I rest me:
Foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here.
Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking.
Jesus calms my fear.
Lightenings flash
And thunders crash:
Yet, though sin and hell assail me,
Jesus will not fail me.
Hence, all earthly treasure!
Jesus is my pleasure,
Jesus is my choice.
Hence, all empty glory!
Naught to me the story.
Told with tempting voice.
Pain or loss,
Or shame on cross.
Shall not from my Saviour move me.
Since He deigns to love me.
Hence all fear and sadness!
For the Lord of gladness.
Jesus, enters in.
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within.
Yea, whate'er
I here must bear.
Thou art still my purest pleasure.
Jesus Priceless treasure.
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