The Believer's Treasure

1 In heaven my choicest treasure lies,
My hopes are placed above the skies;
’Tis Christ, the bright and Morning Star,
Draws my affections from afar.

2 O that my anxious mind were free
From this vile tenement of clay,
That I might view the immortal Word,
And live and reign with Christ my Lord.

3 Then should I see, and feel, and know,
What ’tis to rest from sin and woe;
And all my soul be tuned to sing
The praises due to Christ my King.

4 [Hail, blessed time! Lord, bid me come,
And enter my celestial home,
And drown the sorrows of my breast,
In seas of unmolested rest.]

Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #482