p. 1 | THE SAINT'S DESIRE

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Sep 12, 1854

THE SAINT'S DESIRE.

FAREWELL all earthly treasure, I bid you all adieu. Farewell all earthly honor, I want no more of you. I want my union grounded On the Eternal Son, Beyond the power of Satan, Where sin can never come.

I want my name engraven, Among the righteous ones, Crying, Holy, holy, Father— And wear a righteous crown. For the sake of purer riches, I'm willing to pass through All earthly tribulation, And count it my just due.

I'm willing to be cleansed, And bear the daily cross. I'm willing to be purged From every kind of dross. I see the fiery furnace, And feel its cleansing flame; The fruit of it is holy, The gold will still remain.

All earthly tribulation Is but a moment here; And O, if we are faithful, A crown of life we'll wear. We shall be called holy, And feed on angel's food, Rejoicing in bright glory Around the throne of God.