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C. M.
The true riches.
You glittering toys of earth, adieu,
A nobler choice be mine;
A real prize attracts my view—
A treasure all divine.
2 Away, unworthy of my cares,
You 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 possessed,
I’d clasp it to my joyful heart,
And be for ever blest.
6 Blest Sovereign of my soul’s desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the praise that love inspires,
Since I can call thee mine!
Mrs. Steele.