Tho' The World Allure with Its Gilded Charm

Tho' the world allure with its gilded charm, I'm a child of God whom it cannot harm; He will uphold me by His mighty arm, Ev'ry moment of my day;

I can ne'er forget how upon the tree Laid the Son of God, there to die for me; Yet to save my soul, thus it had to be, There could be no other way.

I would e'er be true to my Lord and King, Ev'ry waking hour praises to Him sing, Knowing that at last He my soul shall bring, Evermore with Him to stay.