HOW foolish it is of men to spend their lives heaping up riches which in the day of adversity take wings and fly away! In the day when God arises to shake terribly the earth, of how little value will all those things be that worldlings treasure, and for which they are even willing to risk the loss of their souls! How much it will mean in that day to know the reality of redemption, not with silver or gold but with the precious blood of Christ, and to be linked up eternally with the One who shed that blood to redeem us to Himself.
“Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
No riches of earth could have saved my pour soul;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour now maketh me whole.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The guilt on my conscience too heavy had grown;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour could only atone.
Nor silver nor gold hath obtained my redemption,
The way into heaven could not thus be bought;
The blood of the cross is my only foundation,
The death of my Saviour redemption hath wrought.”
—James M. Gray.