Christ, He is my treasure
Through every kind of weather
When sorrow shifts the night
He whispers, “It’s alright.”

So near He stays indeed
Forcing fear to leave
Yes, Christ, He is my treasure
Through every kind of weather.

When morning sun does shine
He gives a lovely rhyme
To nudge me on with joy
It’s time for great exploits.

And if the rain does fall
His peace it keeps me calm
Yes Christ He is my treasure
Through every kind of weather.