Scripture Verse

Lay up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. Matthew 6:20


John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Words: Tho­mas H. Gill, 1850. First pub­lished in his Gold­en Chain, 1869.

Music: Faith (Dykes) John B. Dykes, 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Gill (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), or a bet­ter one of Dykes,


Lord, when I all things would pos­sess,
I crave but to be Thine;
O lowly is the loftiness
Of these desires divine.

Each gift but helps my soul to learn
How boundless is Thy store;
I go from strength to strength, and yearn
For Thee, my Helper, more.

How can my soul divinely soar,
How keep the shining way,
And not more tremblingly adore,
And not more humbly pray?

The more I triumph in Thy gifts,
The more I wait on Thee;
The grace that mightily uplifts
Most sweetly humbleth me.

The heaven where I would stand com­plete
My lowly love shall see,
And stronger grow the yearning sweet,
O Holy One! for Thee.