How vast the treasure we possess!

Verse 1

How vast the treasure we possess! How rich thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come; Earth is our lodge, and heav'n our home.

Verse 2

All things are ours: the gifts of God; The purchase of a Savior's blood; While the good Spirit shows us how To use, and to improve them too.

Verse 3

If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me, Lord, to speak thy praise; If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good.

Verse 4

I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great; And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold.

Verse 5

Father, I wait thy daily will; Thou shalt divide my portion still; Grant me on earth what seems thee best, Till death and heav'n reveal the rest.