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I'd Rather Have Jesus
Men strive for the wealth of this wide, wicked world, They seek after honor and fame; So lavishly sporting their diamonds and pearls, They put the dear Savior to shame.
I'd rather live in that bright city, Own earth's silver and gold, I'd rather have Jesus my Savior, Than a palace to hold; I'd rather be just a poor beggar, Live in a shack by the road, Than here to own all of earth's treasures, With no title to a future abode.
They seem not to know that their treasures will rust And thieves often break thru and steal; Contented with pleasure, they follow their lust, With sorrow their destiny seal.
I'd rather live in that bright city, Own earth's silver and gold, I'd rather have Jesus my Savior, Than a palace to hold; I'd rather be just a poor beggar, Live in a shack by the road, Than here to own all of earth's treasures, With no title to a future abode.
What profit is found in earth's silver and gold? How sad at the close of life's day, If for the exchange one must lose his own soul, From heaven's door be turned away.
I'd rather live in that bright city, Own earth's silver and gold, I'd rather have Jesus my Savior, Than a palace to hold; I'd rather be just a poor beggar, Live in a shack by the road, Than here to own all of earth's treasures, With no title to a future abode.