Poor, with riches to share
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series]
Riches that dwindle, and drain away, fly;
riches that last ever after you die;
riches enriching your soul, satisfy,
wealth in the heart only God can supply.
Lacking in coins, owning riches to give,
surely should share so that others can live,
rich King and Lord always here at our side
gifts and resources, support will provide.
Cash can be stolen, economies collapse,
banks can go broke – suffer swindles, perhaps;
treasures of heaven, secure will remain:
I cannot fully my blessings explain.
Tune: 10 10 10 10 eg Slane (tune of ‘Be Thou my vision) (Irish traditional melody)