Pure Gold

1Why labor for treasures that rust and de-cay, That perish a mo-ment then vanish a-way? Each promise sweet! is in the Book he has giv'n, Do not the soul in its path-way to heav'n, The gift of the Spir-it will fall as the dew, O love let the Saviour thy heart re-new.

RefrainSalva-tion's a treasure of val-ue un-told! Be wise to ob-tain it, for this is Pure Gold. Gold's worth-less dress we will not be-hold when All-wise are trea-sures of val-ue un-told! Mark haste to se-cure them for they are Pure Gold!

2Go forth on thy Je-sus, with earnest de-sire, And buy of him 'gold that is tried in the fire;' At an-swer to pray'r when the heart is op-press'd— The gems of a crown, and a trea-sure of rest!