1 Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu,
A nobler choice be mine;
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.

2 Be gone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious baits of sense;—
Inestimable worth appears,
The pearl of price immense!

3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet!
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth, honor, pleasure meet.

4 Should both the Indies at my call,
Their boasted stores resign,
With joy I would renounce them all
For leave to call thee mine.

5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of this dear gift possess'd;
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever bless'd.

6 Dear sov'reign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.