The poem celebrates true wealth found in following Christ’s humble, narrow path, not in worldly silver or towers. It portrays this rugged way as a source of holy joy and divine victory, contrasting it with the world’s fleeting, deceptive riches. Through Christ’s steps, the soul gains mercy, peace, and an unstealable light, triumphing in righteousness over material snares.

Not in vaults of silver, nor in towers tall,
Do true riches gleam and call,
But in the steps of Christ, the lowly King,
Where holy joy begins to sing.

His narrow path, a rugged line,
Winds through thorns, yet shines divine,
No glittering hoard, no fleeting crown,
But victory won where grace abounds.

The world parades its gaudy wares,
Promising ease through golden snares,
Yet Christ’s way, though steep and tight,
Fills the soul with living light.

Rich in mercy, rich in peace,
A wealth no thief can seize,
For in His steps, the heart takes flight,
Triumphant on the road of right.