CHORUS:
An ounce of His Favor o'er a ton of sin,
A glimpse of His Smile o'er the praises of men;
A pinch of His Mercy o'er all this world's wealth,
Just one peek at Heav'n o'er a lifetime of health.
1. This world has no treasure that I wish to gain,
There's nothing that makes me desire to stay here;
For I'm just a pilgrim and I'm passing through,
I've a mansion in Heaven: mine free and clear!
CHORUS:
An ounce of His Favor o'er a ton of sin,
A glimpse of His Smile o'er the praises of men;
A pinch of His Mercy o'er all this world's wealth,
Just one peek at Heav'n o'er a lifetime of health.
2. The finest of fineries hold naught for me,
The sweetest of fragrances have no appeal;
I'd rather have proof to base my faith upon
Than anything anyone else claims to feel.
CHORUS:
An ounce of His Favor o'er a ton of sin,
A glimpse of His Smile o'er the praises of men;
A pinch of His Mercy o'er all this world's wealth,
Just one peek at Heav'n o'er a lifetime of health.
3. My Counselor, Comforter, Personal Guide,
My Light in the darkness, my own Special Friend;
O'er all artificial that this world may boast
Him only I trust to guide me 'to life’s end...
CHORUS:
An ounce of His Favor o'er a ton of sin,
A glimpse of His Smile o'er the praises of men;
A pinch of His Mercy o'er all this world's wealth,
Just one peek at Heav'n o'er a lifetime of health.
H. L. Gradowith