With heavenly gems unpriced,
That glorious garb I would not wear,
My robe is Christ."
All delicately spiced
I would not find its substance good,
My food is Christ.
I would not be enticed;
Since He has died to set me free
My glory's Christ.
I would not be sufficed;
My empty heart would long for more,
My wealth is Christ.
With deckings rich and fine
That paltry place I would disown -
Christ's place is mine.