In the hustle and bustle of everyday,
And the fight to make the little earnings stay
May I not, from my redeemer, stray
For if By Gaining the world to lose my soul...
What then to my savior shall I say?

If for my stomach I choose to live
And for eternity I no longer thrive
Submitting daily to my sex drive
How then with my saviour shall I hive?

If his words are now burdensome
His face, no longer handsome
His calling becoming troublesome
Do not forget he paid the ransom