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1 In your search for the beautiful treasures of earth,
And the joy that the years shall unfold,
O do not forget the sweet treasures above,
The treasures that never grow old.
Treasures, sweet treasures, laid up above,
In the care of the Master’s own hand;
Far better than gold are the treasures we hold,
Laid up, laid up, laid up in that beautiful land.
2 As you bask in the rays of the sunlight of life,
Or tread thro’ the flowery glad,
O do not forget the fair flowers above,
The flowers that never grow old. [Refrain]
3 As you kiss the dear faces of friends that you love,
And cherish the forms that you hold,
O do not forget the dear faces above,
Those faces that never grow old. [Refrain]
4 When at evening you stand ‘neath the sunset of life,
And the west glows with crimson and gold,
Will your soul take its flight to the regions of light,
To the treasures that never grow old? [Refrain]Source: The Voice of Thanksgiving No. 3 #65