What will it profit, when life here is done,
Though great worldly wisdom I gain,
If in 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, when life here is done,
Though earth’s fleeting love has been mine,
If seeking its gifts I fail to secure
The riches of God’s love divine?
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?