1 What is the chaff, the word of man,
When set against the wheat?
Can it a dying soul sustain
Like that immortal meat?

2 Thy word, O God, with heavenly bread
Thy children doth supply;
And those who by thy word are fed,
Their souls shall never die.

3 'Tis like a field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown,
And he indeed is truly wise
When makes this pearl his own.