What will it profit, when life here is o’er,
Though great worldly wisdom I gain,
If, seeking knowledge, I utterly fail
The wisdom of God to obtain?
What will it profit, when life is o’er,
Tho’ earth’s fleeting love has been mine,
If, seeking its gifts, I failed to secure
The riches of God’s love divine?
What will it profit, when life here is o’er
Though earth’s farthest corners I see,
If, going my way, and doing my will,
I miss what His love had planned for me?