when misguided mortals break in;
or, pernicious devils choose to sin;
Lord, Thy Treasure is safe within.
suppose Thy Children are blind to see,
or crude souls are unkind to Thee;
still, Thy Treasure is plain to me.
every Principle of Thy Holy House
delivered to earth before, or now,
Thy Treasure remains clear somehow.
a Still Small Voice reveals the Truth;
it tells me all Things that I should do;
because Thy Treasure tells me of You.
established within my seeking heart
lies a resolute Faith to prove Thy Part;
’cause, Thy Treasure to know is Smart.
a House Of Order fills my soul;
to deny Its Beauty leaves me cold;
Thy Treasure sweetly turns me bold.
Scriptures prove Thy Word Anew,
What Newer Voices declare is True;
Thy Treasure leads me back to You.
