O What Shall It Profit Thee Brother


Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Houses and acres so broad,
No title to mansions of glory eternal,
And none to the City of God?

Refrain:
What shall it profit thee then?
Tho’ the whole world be thine own,
When the death angel has called for thy spirit,
And mercy forever has flown?

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Friendships to share and to make,
And know not the friendship of Jesus the Saviour,
Of Jesus who died for thy sake? [Refrain]

Oh, what shall it profit thee, brother,
Earthly ambition and fame?
If Christ in the life-book of glory eternal
Had never recorded thy name? [Refrain]