Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?

Cho. -- Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?

2 Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow."

3 Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name's written there.

Mrs. Mary A. Kidder.