His Love Is Far Better Than Gold

by Alfred Henry Ackley

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.

He meets ev'ry 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.

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

Chorus

His love is far better than gold,
It's fullness can never be told,
It makes me an heir to the mansion above,
For His love is far better than gold.