104. Not All the Gold of All the World

C.M.D.
1
Not all the gold of all the world,
 
And all its wealth combined,
 
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
 
To one distracted mind;
 
'Tis only to the precious blood
 
Of Christ the soul can fly,
 
There only can a sinner find
 
A flowing full supply.
2
Gold could not give the heart-relief
 
The malefactor craved,
 
Ah, no! 'twas Christ, the Christ of God,
 
That dying sinner saved;
 
Faith's view of Him who bleeding hung
 
A victim by his side.
 
He saw, he knew the Lord was there,
 
The Lord for him had died.
3
Oh, what can equal joy divine,
 
And what can sweeter be
 
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
 
To all eternity?
 
Safe in the Lord, without a doubt,
 
By virtue of the blood;
 
For nothing can destroy the life
 
That's hid with Christ in God.