The love of the Christ is so pre­cious,
That no mor­tal its wealth can un­fold;
His grace is a store­house of rich­es to me,
His love is far bet­ter than gold.

Refrain

His love is far bet­ter than gold,
Its full­ness can ne­ver be told;
It makes me an heir to the man­sions above,
For His love is far bet­ter than gold.

He meets ev­ery need with the pro­mise,
No good thing from His own to with­hold;
So daily I trust in the Cru­ci­fied One
His love is far bet­ter than gold.

Refrain

My heart ev­er yearns with a long­ing,
To be­hold the great joy of my soul,
Forever to dwell in the pre­sence of Him,
Whose love is far bet­ter than gold.

Refrain