| Song | As Much Have I Of Worldly Good |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Key | |
| Tags | As Much Have I Of Worldly Good |
| Theme(s) | Life And Ministry |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
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As Much Have I Of Worldly Good
As Ever My Master Had;
I Diet On As Dainty Food,
And Am As Richly Clad;
Though Plain My Garb, Though Scant My Hoard,
As Mary’s Son And Nature’s Lord.
The Manger Was His Infant Bed,
His Home The Mountain Cave;
He Had Not Where To Lay His Head—
He Borrowed Even His Grave;
Earth Yielded Him No Resting-Spot;
Her Maker, But She Knew Him Not.
As Much The World’s Good-Will I Share,
Its Favors And Applause,
As He Whose Blessed Name I Bear,
Hated Without A Cause;
Despised, Rejected, Mocked By Pride,
Betrayed, Forsaken, Crucified.
Why Should I Court My Master’s Foe?
Why Should I Fear Its Frown?
Why Should I Seek For Rest Below?
Or Sigh For Brief Renown?
A Pilgrim To A Better Land,
An Heir Of Joy At God’s Right Hand.
