Not all the gold of all the world,
And all its wealth combined,
Could give relief, or comfort yield,
To one distracted mind;
‘Tis only to the precious blood
Of Christ the soul can fly,
There only can a sinner find
A flowing full supply.

Gold could not give the heart relief
The malefactor craved,
Ah, no! ’twas Christ, the Christ of God,
That dying sinner saved;
Faith’s view of Him who bleeding hung
A victim by His side,
He saw, he knew, the Lord was there,
The Lord for him had died.

O what can equal joy divine?
And what can sweeter be
Than knowing that this Christ is mine
To all eternity?
Safe in the Lord without a doubt,
By virtue of the blood;
For nothing can destroy the life
That’s hid with Christ in God.