I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The devil makes the world seem grand
With all its riches to behold.
The part he never lets you know
That joy can never come from gold.

A house filled to the brim with gold
Will create in you an empty heart.
Gold and silver don’t satisfy
For like all things, from you they part.

I’ll never trade my Savior’s love
For things that spoil and surely rot.
I seek treasure of eternal worth
That I may gain a heavenly plot.