John Oxenham

Treasure-Trove

   Lord Christ, let me but hold Thy hand
   And all the rest may go.
   For nothing is, but only seems,
   And life is full of idle dreams,
           Until Thyself we know.
 
   The whole wide world is nought beside
   The wonder of Thy love.
   And though my state be mean and strait,
   Give me but heart to work and wait,
           And I have Treasure-Trove.
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