Words by Johann Franck
Jesus, priceless Treasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me.
Long my hearth hath planted
'Til it well nigh fainted
Thirsting after Thee.
Thine I am, O spotless Lamb,
I will suffer naught to hide Thee;
There is none beside Thee,
There is none beside Thee.
In Thy strength I rest me;
If Thy arms protect me,
Who can reach me here?
Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking,
God dispels our fear.
Sin and hell in conflict fell
With their heaviest storms assail us;
Jesus will not fail us,
Jesus will not fail us.
Banished is our sadness
For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in.
Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather,
Still have peace within.
Yea, whate'er we here must bear
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure;
Jesus, priceless Treasure,
Jesus, priceless Treasure.
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