A poor man I — no man can say,
For riches vast do I possess;
The worldling’s riches fly away:
Mine better are than all of his.
I have a Father high above,
The great, eternal, living God,
He watches us with tender love,
His sons and daughters bought with blood.
I have a Saviour, God’s dear Son,
To cleanse my sin, His life He gave,
His work is far beyond man’s ken:
His work’s complete, He all can save.
I have God’s Spirit me to teach;
He lives within my heart always,
Reveals God’s truth, brings me new birth,
His voice I’d hear and e’er obey.
I have a compass in God’s Word,
A guide to heaven’s eternal day;
A lamp for e’en the darkest road,
To keep my feet, nor let me stray.
Inheritance I also have,
Reserved in heaven, its earnest here;
Lord, with such treasures, who on earth
With my rich gifts can e’er compare?
Translated from the Chinese