When the rich are called, I must stand
For I seek to align with them also
Not with filled bank accounts;
Gold or lands to pride on
But more than them all; a wealth of grace
Oh Lord, who am I that this rich you’ve made me?
What is man that you care for him this much?
Much, even to adorn him with everlasting grace!
Surely you make me wonder at your blessings
On sight of your grace, I just but tremble.
That I can be called a son of the most High,
Adopted to dwell in the palaces on high
Am truly loved; truly rich in grace
This a blessing than any other
To brag but on the Cross of Christ
Oh that the world would know
To share in this my freely bequathed wealth
A wealth untouched by moths or thieves
Lasting even to eternal ages
The wealth of the Grace of God.
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the wealth i desire above all