1 The love of the Christ is so precious,
That no mortal its wealth can unfold;
His grace is a storehouse of riches to me,
His love is far better than gold.

Refrain:
His love is far better than gold,
Its fullness can never be told;
It makes me an heir to the mansions above,
For His love is far better than gold.

2 He meets every need with the promise,
No good thing from His own to withhold;
So daily I trust in the Crucified One
His love is far better than gold. [Refrain]

3 My heart ever yearns with a longing,
To behold the great joy of my soul,
Forever to dwell in the presence of Him,
Whose love is far better than gold. [Refrain]