My Goal Is Christ

Ah, tell me not of gold or treasure, Of pomp and beauty here on earth! There' s not a thing that gives me pleasure, Of all this world displays for worth. Each heart will seek and love its own;

My goal is Christ and Christ alone, My goal is Christ and Christ alone.

The world and her pursuits will perish; Her beauty' s fading like a flower; The brightest schemes the earth can cherish Are but the pastime of an hour. Each heart will seek and love its own;

Against this tower there' s no prevailing; His Kingdom passes not away; His throne abides, despite assailing, From henceforth unto endless day. Each heart will seek and love its own;

And though a pilgrim I must wander, Still absent from the One I love, He soon will have me with him yonder In his own glory-realms above. Triumphantly I therefore own,