Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust corrupts, and where thieves do not break in and steal.
Matthew 6:19
Words: Winfield S. Davis, in Our Praise in Song, edited by John Sweney et al. (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: John J. Hood, 1893), number 35.
Music: Tampere John R. Sweney, 1893 (🔊 
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Boast thou not of thy golden hoard
To us whose souls are saved;
For in the city of our Lord
The streets with gold are paved.
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Lay up thy treasure in Heaven,
Of all things make this sure;
Lay up thy treasure in Heaven,
And God will keep it secure.
Boast thou not of thy jewels fair,
For we redeemed from sin
Through gates of pearl to beauties rare
Will soon be ushered in.
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Boast thou not of thy mansions here,
For we with blood-washed souls
Have mansions in another sphere,
Where time unending rolls.
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Boast thou not of thy great renown,
For each who bears Christ’s name
Will some day wear a fadeless crown
And have enduring fame.
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Freely speak of the Savior’s power,
And of His matchless love,
Resolving thou wilt from this hour
Lay treasure up above.
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