Jesus, priceless Treasure, Source of purest pleasure,
Truest Friend to me, long my heart hath panted,
Til it well nigh fainted, thirsting after Thee.
Thine I am, O spotless Lamb,
I will suffer naught to hide Thee, ask for naught beside Thee.

In Thine arms I rest me; foes who would molest me
Cannot reach me here. Though the earth be shaking,
Every heart be quaking, Jesus calms our fear.
Sin and hell in conflict fell,
With their heaviest storms assail us, Jesus will not fail us.

Hence, all thought of sadness! For the Lord of gladness,
Jesus, enters in. Those who love the Father,
Though the storms may gather, still have peace within;
Yea, whatever we here must bear,
Still in Thee lies purest pleasure, Jesus, priceless Treasure!