1 How vast the treasure we possess! How rich thy bounty, King of Grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come Earth is our lodge, and heaven our home.
2 All things are ours, the gifts of God; The purchase of a Saviour's blood: While the good Spirit shews us how To use and to improve them too.
3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help, me, Lord, to speak thy praise! If bread of sorrows be my food, Those sorrows work my lasting good.
4 I would not change my blest estate For all the world calls good or great: And while my faith can keep her hold, I envy not the sinner's gold.
5 Father, I wait thy daily will; Thou shalt divide my portion still: Grant me on earth what seems thee best, Till death and heaven reveal the rest.