MY PRICELESS TREASURE,
By P. Alderman
I've a treasure that is hidden
Where no moth nor rust decay;
How it cheers me while I linger
On my short, uncertain stay.
Safely laid up in the skies,
There my priceless treasure lies. Toil and care, or pain and trial,
Cloud this cold earth's brightest day;
But in Heaven no shade of sorrow;
And our tears are wiped away.
Just beyond the pearly gates,
There a changeless treasure waits. Like the transient dews of morning,
Earthly joys may flit away;
But be mine my Saviour's promise,
Which can never fear decay;
Finest gold will not compare
With the treasure hidden there. Let us bravely do the duties
That may crowd our earthly lot;
Fanned by Heaven's kindly breezes,
Earth's rough winds will be forgot,
When our souls shall homeward fly
To claim the treasure in the sky. We shall hail a glorious morning,
We shall lay our labor down,
When we rise, no more encumbered,
To our glorious home and crown,
Heaven's immortal bliss to share,
And our treasure waits us there.