Pity The Man Who Has Treasures

I Guess We Should Pity, Those In The World,
Who Must Use The Earth For A Bed.
And I Guess We Should Pity The Man Who Must Toil,
From Dawn Till Dusk For His Bread.
But These Can Be Rich, If They Have Contentment.
And Sharing God’s Salvation Plan.
But If You Know Any, Who Though They Have Plenty,
Are Lost Then Pity That Man.

Pity The Man Who Has Treasures To Hold,
And Knows Not The Pearl Of Great Price.
Pity The Man Though, He Live Long On Earth,
And Knows Not The Giver Of Life.
Doctor Or Lawyer, Traveller Or Merchant.
Or Builder Who Builds On The Sand.
Pauper Or King, To Be Saved Is The Thing,
If He’s Lost Then Pity The Man.

I Guess There Are Those, Who Pity The Saved,
As Though They’re Missing Life’s Best.
Forgetting That Treasures Of Earth Pass Away.
And Heaven’s The Place To Invest.
Meanwhile A Seeming, The Man Who Is Scheming,
To Hold All The Wealth That He Can.
But If He’s Not Giving, To God While He’s Living,
His Soul, Then Pity The Man.