You look at me as poor, because I have
no money left for frills.†
But I am rich! My Father owns the cattle on a thousand hills!
You think Iím unimportant, for I have no earthly claim to fame.†
But God, the maker of the universe, knows me, and calls my name!
He gives me strength and comfort, and He feeds my soul with living bread.†
He gently binds my wounds, even counts the hairs upon my head.
Although Iím just a sinner, and could never pay Salvationís price,
Godís Precious Lamb died in my place, and thus became my sacrifice.
Yes, I am rich! And I am loved, far more than earthly tongue can tell!
For I belong to Christ, my blessed Lord Who conquered death and Hell.
And so I anxiously await the day when I shall see His face.†
And falling down in worship, I will thank Him for His love and grace.
And there will be no tears or sorrow in that home on Heavenís shore,
where I will live with Jesus, and will praise Him ever more.