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The pathway of life is surrounded with snares,
Its roses are guarded with prickles and cares,
All wander and die, but the sheep in Christ’s fold;
The knowledge of Christ is more precious than gold.

2
A few fleeting hours, and the death pang is felt,
All ties that are earthly must sever and melt;
What thousands of death-beds have solemnly told,
The knowledge of Christ is more precious than gold.

3
When God is proclaiming the dread judgment day,
When time and his treasures are passing away,
Oh, then this great truth will not need to be told,
The knowledge of Christ is more precious than gold.

4
God give you true wisdom, ere death shall draw nigh,
To number your days, and to Jesus apply;
And O may you learn in His blood-sprinkled fold,
The knowledge of Christ is more precious than gold.