MY TREASURE
J. Pellatt
My heart has found its treasure
In the Man upon the throne;
And thrills with purest pleasure
In the thought, He is my own.
Upon His face I’m gazing—
How rapturous is the sight!
His beauty how amazing,
In that pure brilliant light!
There God’s own glory shineth
In His countenance serene;
While love with grace combineth—
To gild that fadeless scene.
This world has lost its lustre
In the brightness of that place;
Earth’s most attractive cluster
Is pale before His face.
Himself my heart has captured,
His beauty charms me there;
My being, all enraptured,
Knows bliss without a care.
Contented thus I’m waiting
Till faith be lost in sight;
His presence compensating
For this world’s darksome night.