1 Yes, there are Joys that cannot die,
With GOD laid up in Store;
Treasure, beyond the changing Sky,
Brighter than Golden Ore.

2 The Seeds which Piety and Love
Have scatter'd here below,
In the fair, fertile Fields above,
To ample Harvests grow.

3 The Mite, my willing Hands can give,
At JESUS' Feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble Gift receive,
And Grace at large repay.