Jesus, priceless treasure,
source of purest pleasure,
friend most sure and true:
long my heart was burning,
fainting much and yearning,
thirsting, Lord, for you:
yours I am, O spotless Lamb,
so will I let nothing hide you,
seek no joy beside you!
2. Let your arms surround me:
those who try to wound me
cannot reach me here;
though the world is shaking,
earth and nations quaking,
Jesus calms my fear:
Satan’s force must run its course
and his bitter storms assail me;
Jesus will not fail me.
3. Banish thoughts of sadness
for the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in;
though the storm-clouds gather,
those who love the Saviour
still have peace within:
though I bear much sorrow here
still in you lies purest pleasure,
Jesus, priceless treasure!