What tho’ all my earthly journey
                                        
                                        Bringeth naught but weary hours,
                                        
                                        And, in grasping for life’s roses,
                                        
                                        Thorns I find instead of flow’rs—
                                        
                                        If I’ve Jesus, “Jesus only,”
                                        
                                        I possess a cluster rare;
                                        
                                        He’s the “Lily of the Valley,”
                                        
                                        And the “Rose of Sharon” fair.