O what are the pleasures that silver can buy? They come and they go, but cannot satisfy; But praised be the Savior! I cease not to cry, I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain O sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day, As the gold of the morning breaks forth through the gray; As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray, I find Thee more precious, my Savior! I care not if all the proud world turn away, The plaudits of men only last for a day; Their frowns do not frighten, or cause me dismay, I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain As well in the cottage as under the dome, Beside my own cot, or wherever I roam; The honey from Heaven still drips from the comb; I find Thee so precious, my Savior! Refrain
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