Had I wealth and love in fullest measure,
With a name renowned both far and near,
Yet no hope beyond, no harbor waiting,
Where my storm-tossed vessel I could steer.
If I gained the world but had not Jesus
Who endured the cross and died for me,
Could then all the world afford a refuge,
Whither, in my anguish, I might flee?
Oh, what emptiness without the Savior,
'Mid the sins and sorrows here below!
And eternity, how dark without Him!
Only night and tears and endless woe.
What though I might live without the Savior,
When I come to die, how would it be?
Oh, to face the valley's gloom without Him,
And without Him for eternity!