How high a privilege 'tis to know

How high a privilege 'tis to know
Our sins are all forgiven;
To bear about this pledge below,
This special grant of heaven!

To look on this when sunk in fears,
While each repeated sight,
Like some reviving cordial, cheers,
And makes temptations light!

O what is honour, wealth, or mirth,
To this well-grounded peace?
How poor are all the goods of earth,
To such a gift as this!

This is a treasure rich indeed,
Which none but Christ can give;
Of this the best of men have need;
This I, the worst, receive.