As you strive for the world,
For its fame and its joy,
Have you care­ful­ly count­ed the cost?
Is the prize rich enough
All your strength to em­ploy,
When to win it the soul must be lost?

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Are you care­ful­ly count­ing the cost?
Have you thought what it means to be lost?
For the joys that de­cline,
Do you Hea­ven re­sign?
Are you count­ing the ter­ri­ble cost?

In the crav­ing for wealth,
For its glit­tering show,
Into grief and des­pair you are cast;
And you know not the peace
Heav’n alone can be­stow,
While your soul will be lost at the last.

Refrain

Leave the rich­es of earth;
Seek the trea­sures ab­ove,
And thro’ years that un­ceas­ing­ly roll,
Heav’nly pow’rs shall be yours
With the full­ness of love,
And the life, end­less life of the soul.

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