O tell me not of ease,
A pathway free from care;
For blessings such as these,
Will not with this compare,
That only comfort to me gives:
To know that my Redeemer lives! HHHH 100.2
O tell me not of joys,
That wither in an hour;
Not all earth’s fleeting toys,
To charm me have the power.
This only pleasure to me gives:
To know that my Redeemer lives! HHHH 100.3
Nor yet of sordid gold,
That wings may take and fly,
While gems of wealth untold,
Are treasured safe on high.
This only riches to me gives:
To know that my Redeemer lives! HHHH 100.4