What will it profit, when life here is done,
Though great worldly wisdom I gain,
If, seeking knowledge, I utterly fail
The wisdom of God to obtain?
What will it profit, when life here is done,
Though gathering riches and fame,
If, gaining the world, I lose my own soul,
And in heaven unknown is my name?
What will it profit, when life here is done,
Though earth’s farthest corners I see,
If going my way, and doing my will,
I miss what His love planned for me?
What will it profit? My soul, stop and think
What balance that day will declare:
Life’s record laid bare, will gain turn to loss
And leave me at last to despair?