O what are the pleasures that silver can buy ?
They come and they go, but can not satisfy;
But, praised be the Saviour ! I cease not cry,
I find Thee so precious, my Saviour !
Oh, sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning breaks forth thro' the gray;
As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray
I find Thee more precious, my Saviour !
I care not if all the proud world turn away,
The plandits of men only last for a day;
Their frowns do not frighten, still cause me dismay,
I find Thee so precious, my Saviour !
Oh, sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning breaks forth thro' the gray;
As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray
I find Thee more precious, my Saviour !
As well in the cottage as under the dome,
Beside my own cot, or whatever I roam,
The honey from heaven still drips from the comb:
I find Thee so precious, my Saviour !
Oh, sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning breaks forth thro' the gray;
As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray
I find Thee more precious, my Saviour !
"I find Thee so precious"
Hymns, Psalms and Gospel Songs NO.372
Lyrics James M.Gray Music James McGranahan
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