1 Lay not up treasures here below,
Where wintry frosts congeal,
And fires and floods can overflow,
And “thieves break thro’ and steal;”
But lay your treasures up on high,
Where frosts cannot congeal,
And fires and floods can not come nigh,
Nor “thieves break thro’ and steal.”
Refrain:
How can we lay our treasures up
In that celestial sphere?
Oh, this is how—By giving help
To God’s poor children here!
2 He that shows pity, we are told,
Is lending to the Lord,
Who will repay in purest gold,
And give him great reward.
And “Inasmuch,” the Lord will say,
As ye have heard their plea,
And tried to wipe their tears away,
“Ye did it unto me!” [Refrain]