Lord, thou thyself hast said this golden word:
"Where'er thy treasure, there thy heart shall be"
Here at thy feet, my Eucharistic Lord,
The meaning of the word grows plain to me
Thou art my treasure, Jesus,
And with thee my heart must be.

Silver and gold, and ev'ry precious thing
that thief can steal or moth and rust consume,
Not to such fragile fleeting goods I cling.
For treasures infinite my heart hath room.
Thou art my treasure, Jesus,
And with thee my heart must be.

What can I wish for on this earth below?
What can I wish for in the heav’ns above?
Heav'n in this Holy Mystèry I know;
Here at the altar I have all I love.
Thou art my treasure, Jesus,
And with thee my heart must be.

This altar is the school where I am taught
To hear thy word and love thy holy law.
Here in thy heart sweet modesty is sought,
Fervor and charity I hence may draw.
Thou art my treasure, Jesus,
And with thee my heart must be.

Thrice happy he who gazes thus on thee
Before thy altar dwelling night and day.
Such happiness as that is not for me,
But, when I leave, my love behind will stay.
Thou art my treasure, Jesus,
And with thee my heart must be.