1 If on the topmost point
Of honor’s heights I stand,
Or to the summit mount
Of fame and glory grand,
My soul were still unsatisfied,
Till Jesus’ love in me abide.

2 If I could even gain
The world, with all it gives,
And still should not obtain
The life the Christian lives,
What profit should I then control?
I’d gain the world, but lose my soul.

3 If human hands should wreathe
Bright laurels for my brow,
Their praises, too, should breathe,
Or at my feet should bow,
My vacant heart would sigh until
The Savior came with grace to fill.

4 Vain pleasure, pride, and gold,
Naught in your stores I find
But fast decays to mold—
All this I leave behind.
In Jesus there is all I need—
Wealth, pleasure, and a Friend indeed.