Not all the trea­sures of the earth,
Can vie for beau­ty or for worth,
With those who in God’s Word abound,
For there the rich­est gems are found.

No cost­ly ves­ture do I crave,
No prince­ly jew­els would I have,
But robed with Thy hu­mi­li­ty,
O Sav­ior, I would ev­er be.

The crowns of earth, oh, do not bring,
Tho’ won by proud­est prince or king,
For, in a land more bright and fair,
There is the crown I long to wear.

Tho’ but a wan­der­er I roam,
Not here I seek my rest or home,
For I’ve a por­tion with the blest,
And on­ly there shall be my rest.