To raise majestic mountains To cause the sea to roar To brush a crimson setting sun To make the eagle soar To bring the newborn cry of life The hope of every spring These treasures are the pleasures of the King To see His people flourish To live in light of day To watch His children grow to know The wonders of His way To feel the joys of ransomed hearts And all His mercies bring These treasures are the pleasures of the King These treasures are the pleasures of the King To heal a broken body To mend a broken heart To knit together healthy homes That once lay torn apart To glory in the praises that His grateful children sing These treasures are the pleasures of the King But of all His regal pleasures One does stand above the rest The Son He gave to serve and save In perfect holiness Existing pure and faultless Embodiment of Truth Guardian of righteousness With name beyond reproof His words uphold the universe In love unwavering Jesus, You are the treasure of the King Jesus, You are the pleasure of the King