Jesus, priceless treasure,
Source
of purest pleasure,
Truest
friend to me:
Ah!
how long I've panted,
And
my heart has fainted,
Thirsting
Lord, for Thee.
Thine
I am, O spotless Lamb,
I
will suffer naught to hide Thee,
Nought
I ask beside thee.
2
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;
Sin
and hell in conflict fell
With
their bitter storms assail me;
Jesus
will not fail me.
3
Hence,
all thoughts of sadness!
For
the Lord of gladness,
Jesus,
enters in.
Those
who love the Father,
Tho'
the storms may gather,
Still
have peace within;
Yea,
whate'er I here must bear,
Still
in Thee lies purest pleasure,
Jesus,
priceless treasure!