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.
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, he cried, he heard,
His soul was satisfied.
O, 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.
ML 04/29/1917