1 Yes, there are joys that cannot die,
With God laid up in store;
Treasure, beyond the changing sky,
Brighter than golden ore.
2 The seeds which piety and love
Have scattered here below,
In the fair, fertile fields above,
To ample harvests grow.
3 The mite, my willing hands can give,
At Jesus' feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble gift receive,
And grace at large repay.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791