1 Rich are the joys which cannot die,
With God laid up in store;
Treasures beyond the changing sky,
Brighter than golden ore.
2 The seeds which piety and love
Have scatter'd here below,
In the fair fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.
3 All that my willing hands can give
At Jesus' feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble gift receive,
Abounding grace repay.
Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #297