IW
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 heaven our home.
Verse 2
All things are ours, the gifts of God;
The purchase of a Saviour’s blood:
While the good Spirit shews 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 heaven reveal the rest.