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 Saviour,
   Is my name written there?

Lord, my sins they are many,
   Like the sands of the sea,
But Thy blood, O my Saviour,
   Is sufficient for me;

For Thy promise is written,
   In bright letters that glow,
"Though your sins be as scarlet,
   I will make them like snow."

Is my name written there,
On the page white and fair?
In the book of Thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?

—Mary A. Kidder