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 the sinner find
A flowing full supply.
O joyful news! O happy news!
The precious, precious blood
Of Christ can bring the sinner nigh,
And give him “Peace with God.”
Was it for gold the dying thief,—
The malefactor—craved?
O, no! twas Christ, and faith in Him
That dying sinner saved.
‘Twas faith in Him, who bleeding hung
A victim by his side;
“O Lord, remember me,” he said;
“I will,” he heard and died.
O what can equal joy divine?
And what can sweeter be,
Than knowing that the soul is safe
For 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 10/12/1924