Laying My Treasure Up There

On the mountain of Zion beyond the blue sky, Stands a city so wondrous and fair; I expect to depart for that land, by and by, For I'm laying my treasure up there.

I am laying my treasure up there, up there, In that beautiful city so fair; When its glories unfold I'll have riches untold, For I'm laying my treasure up there.

There's a mansion awaiting God's people, I'm told, Which the Savior has gone to prepare; There the walls are of jasper, the streets are of gold, I am laying my treasure up there.

All the love of my heart, and my soul, mind and strength, And the work that with Jesus I share, Are but some of the riches I'll find there at length, For I'm laying my treasure up there.

So altho' a poor pilgrim on earth I may roam, Ever constant in watching and prayer, Soon I'll hear the glad summons to start for my home, For I'm laying my treasure up there.