Laying My Treasure Up There

Rev. Johnson Oatman, Jr. Charles H. Gabriel

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 altho' 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.

Copyright, 1918, By Homer A. Rodeheaver.