Laying My Treasure Up There
On the mountain of Zion beyond the blue sky,
Stands a city so wondrous and fair;
I expect to depart for that land, by and by,
For I'm laying my treasure up there.
There's a mansion awaiting God's people, I'm told,
Which the Saviour has gone to prepare;
There the walls are of jasper, the streets are of gold,
I am laying my treasure up there.
All the love of my heart, and my soul, mind and strength,
And the work that with Jesus I share;
Are but some of the riches I'll find there at length,
For I'm laying my treasure up there.
So although a poor pilgrim on earth I may roam,
Ever constant in watching and prayer,
Soon I'll hear the glad summons to start for my home,
For I'm laying my treasure up there.
CHORUS
I am laying my treasure up there, up there,
In that beautiful city so fair;
When its glories unfold I'll have riches untold,
For I'm laying my treasure up there.