I would not give the Christian's Faith
For everything on earth;
I am an heir with God's own Son-
A child of God by birth.

I would not give the Christian's Peace
For this whole mundane sphere;
For had I not the peace of God
My future would be drear.

I would not give the Christian's Hope
For all the worlds that roll;
For what would these possessions be
Compared with loss of soul?

I would not give the Christian's Joy
For all the world holds dear;
For he who only has the world
Has nothing real to cheer.

Earth's hopes and joys are but a name,
Are marked by fell decay,
Are like the mists before the sun,
Which quickly roll away.

Who, who would give the boundless joys
Of heaven's eternal day
For all the empty things of time?-
The chaff that flies away.

Faith, peace, and hope-O boons divine!-
By Thee, O God are given.
I thank Thee for sweet foretastes here
Of all I'll share in heaven.

C. C. Crowston