Jesus! Thou sum of all my joy,
For Thee I yield each earthly toy;
In Thee I have all good;
I give not up what's worth a thought,
I gain what has been dearly bought,-
The price Thy precious blood.

The joys of earth live but a day,
The meteor's flash, and haste away,
And leave a gloom behind;
Thy joy, blest One, is evermore,
It lives when earthly joys are o'er;
It is a heavenly kind.

I gladly, then, leave all for Thee,
Thy love, O Christ, hath set me free,
It's won a grief-worn heart;
Oh may I in Thy footsteps haste,
Till I have crossed this dreary waste,
And come to Thee apart.

Oh joy of joys to dwell with Thee!
From every snare and sorrow free!
And see Thee face to face!
Oh, may this hope my spirit cheer,
The moments I'm continued here,
A witness of Thy grace.

R. H.