Jesus, priceless treasure, fount of purest pleasure, truest friend to me: ah, how long in anguish shall my spirit languish, yearning, Lord, for thee? Thine I am, O spotless Lamb! 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, ev'ry heart be quaking, Jesus calms my fear. Lightnings flash and thunders crash; yet, though sin and hell assail me, Jesus will not fail me.
Satan, I defy thee; death, I now decry thee; fear, I bid thee cease. World, thou shalt not harm me nor thy threats alarm me while I sing of peace. God's great pow'r guards ev'ry hour; earth and all its depths adore him, silent bow before him.
Hence with earthly treasure! Thou art all my pleasure, Jesus, all my choice. Hence, thou empty glory! Naught to me thy story, told with tempting voice. Pain or loss or shame or cross shall not from my Savior 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.