Little Flock 1881 Edition —
Section 7.
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Our rest is in heaven, our rest is not here;
Then why should we tremble when trials are near?
Be hushed our sad spirits, the worst that can come
But shortens the journey, and hastens us home.
It is not for us to be seeking our bliss,
And building our hopes in a region like this:
We look for a city which hands have not piled —
We pant for a country by sin undefiled.
The thorn and the thistle around us may grow —
We would not lie down, e'en on roses, below:
We ask not our portion, we seek not a rest,
Till we find them for ever where Jesus is blest.
Let trial and danger our progress oppose,
They'll only make heaven more sweet at the close;
Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er may befall,
A home with our God will make up for it all.
With a scrip on the back, and a staff in the hand,
We march on in haste through an enemy's land;
The road may be rough, but it cannot be long,
And we'll smooth it with hope, and we'll cheer it with song.
302 C.M.
O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done?
How vast a ransom given?
Thyself of God th'eternal Son;
The Lord of earth and heaven.
The Father in His gracious love,
Did spare Thee from His side;
And Thou didst stoop to bear above,
At such a cost, Thy bride.
Lord, while our souls in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace like an even river flows,
And mercy, like a flood.
But boundless joy shall fill our hearts,
When gazing on Thy face,
We fully see what faith imparts,
And glory crowns Thy grace.
Unseen, we love Thee; dear Thy name;
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful wonder we'll exclaim,
"The half has not been told!"
For Thou exceedest all the fame
Our ears have ever heard;
How happy we who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faithful word!
303 C.M.
When Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, throughout the barren land,
A sure resource in God.
A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.
Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers:
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel's 'God is ours.
His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.
Jesus, the Bread of life, is given
To be our daily food;
Within us dwells that well from heaven,
The Spirit of our God.
Lord, 'tis enough, we ask no more;
Thy grace around us pours
Its rich and unexhausted store,
And all its joy is ours.
304 8.7.8.7.
Soon the saints in glory singing,
Will with joy exalt the Lamb;
All in heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Saviour's name.
To us, now the earnest's given,
Here by grace these themes belong;
Let us sing the song of heaven,
'Tis our everlasting song.
See how God has now enthroned Him
At His own right hand in heaven,
There the heavenly hosts have owned Him
Lord, to whom all power is given.
Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His glorious name,
Glory, honour, power, and blessing,
Be for ever to the Lamb.
305 C.M.
That we are seen, O God, by Thee —
This is our happy lot —
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.
Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction's deepest gloom
Its power it still displays.
Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we're called to die,
The valley's shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.
306 C.M.
And art Thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God,
Our Father ever near?
With such support our souls may rest,
And banish every care;
The darkest path is cheered with smiles,
Since Thou art with us there.
307 7.7.7.7.
Poor and feeble though we be,
Saviour, we belong to Thee!
Thine we are, Thou Son of God,
Thine, the purchase of Thy blood.
Boundless wisdom, power divine,
Love unspeakable, are Thine;
Praise by all to Thee be given,
Son of God, and Heir of heaven!
308 C.M.
Saviour divine, whose name we know,
In whom alone we trust,
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,
Thou art Thy people's boast.
The guilty soul, by sin defiled,
The conscience sore opprest,
In Thee believing stands approved,
And finds abiding rest.
To Thee, our great redeeming Lord,
What lasting thanks we owe,
For raising sinners to such joys
From depths of endless woe.
309 L.M.
Jesus! before The face we fall,
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all;
For we have nowhere else to flee;
No Sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.
In Thee we every glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
'Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our Sanctuary, Lord, in Thee.
Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy blest presence let us hide;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Thou shalt our Sanctuary be.
Through time, with all its changing scenes,
And all the grief that intervenes,
Let this support each fainting heart,
That Thou our Sanctuary art.
310 8.7.8.7.
THE CHURCH
Father, O how vast the blessing,
When Thy Son returns again!
Then the church, its rest possessing,
O'er the earth with Him shall reign.
ISRAEL
For the fathers' sakes beloved,
Israel, in Thy grace restored,
Shall on earth, the curse removed,
Be the people of the Lord.
Rev. 7.
Then, too, countless myriads, wearing
Robes made white in Jesu's blood,
Palms (like rested pilgrims) bearing,
Stand before the throne of God: —
These, redeemed from every nation,
Shall in triumph bless Thy name;
Every voice shall cry, "Salvation
To our God and to the Lamb."
311 8.7.8.7.D.
While to several paths dividing,
We our pilgrimage pursue,
May our Shepherd, safely guiding,
Still be kept in constant view.
May the bond of blest communion
Every distant soul embrace,
Till, in everlasting union,
We attain our resting-place.
312 S.M.
Lead on, almighty Lord,
Lead on to victory:
Encouraged by Thy blessed word,
With joy we follow Thee.
We follow Thee, our Guide,
Who didst salvation bring:
We follow Thee, through grace supplied
From heaven's eternal spring:
Till of the prize possessed,
We hear of war no more,
And, O sweet thought! for ever rest
On yonder peaceful shore.
313 S.M.
Soon righteousness shall rule,
All Satan's power restrain:
Jesus Jehovah be the King,
O'er Jews and Gentiles reign.
Jesus Himself shall come,
The world receive His word;
And all creation own His sway —
The universal Lord.
314 L.M.
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Salvation's theirs and of the Lord;
They draw from heaven's eternal spring,
The living God, their great reward.
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Whom grace has kept in dangers past,
And, O sweet truth! the Lord will bring
His people safe to heaven at last.
Let sinners saved give thanks and sing,
Of Jesus sing, through all their days,
In heaven above their harps they'll string,
And there for ever sing His praise.
315 6.6.6.6.8.8.
Jesus! life-giving sound,
The joy of earth and heaven;
No other help is found,
No other name is given,
In which the sons of man can boast,
But His who seeks and saves the lost.
His name the sinner hears,
And is from guilt set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
'Tis life and victory:
His heart o'erflows with sacred joy,
And songs of praise his lips employ.
Jesus! all praise above:
We sing Thy blessed name,
We sing Thy dying love,
Thy rising power proclaim:
But soon, to give Thee worthy praise,
Both heaven and earth their songs shall raise.
316 6.6.8.4.D.
We are by Christ redeemed:
The cost — His precious blood;
Be nothing by our souls esteemed
Like this great good.
Were the vast world our own,
With all its varied store,
And Thou, Lord Jesus, wert unknown,
We still were poor.
Our earthen vessels break;
The world itself grown old;
But Christ our precious dust will take
And freshly mould:
He'll give these bodies vile
A fashion like His own;
He'll bid the whole creation smile,
And hush its groan.
Thus far by grace preserved,
Each moment speeds us on;
The crown and kingdom are reserved
Where Christ is gone.
When cloudless morning shines,
We shall His glory share;
In pleasant places are the lines;
The home how fair!
To Him our weakness clings
Through tribulation sore,
And seeks the covert of His wings
Till all be o'er.
And when we've run the race,
And fought the faithful fight,
We then shall see Him face to face,
With saints in light.
317 L.M.
How pleasant is the sound of praise!
It well becomes the saints of God:
Should we refuse our songs to raise,
The stones might tell our shame abroad.
For Him who washed us in His blood,
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
He sought us wandering far from God,
And now preserves us by His care.
One string there is of sweetest tone,
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
'Tis sacred to one class alone,
And touched by one peculiar race.
Though angels may with rapture see
How mercy flows in Jesu's blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.
Though angels praise the heavenly King,
And Him their Lord adoring own,
We can with exultation sing,
"He wears our nature on the throne."
Lord, we adore the wondrous love
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die;
Soon may we meet in heaven above,
To sing Thy praises in the sky.
318 7.6.7.6.D.
O Lamb of God, still keep us
Close to Thy pierced side;
'Tis only there in safety
And peace we can abide;
With foes and snares around us,
And lusts and fears within,
The grace that sought and found us,
Alone can keep us clean.
'Tis only in Thee hiding
We feel ourselves secure;
Only in Thee abiding
The conflict can endure;
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O'er every hateful foe;
Thy love our hearts sustaineth,
In all their cares and woe.
Soon shall our eyes behold Thee
With rapture face to face;
And, resting there in glory,
We'll sing Thy power and grace:
Thy beauty Lord and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above.
319 7.6.7.6.D.
Our sins were born by Jesus,
The holy Lamb of God;
He took them all, and freed us
From that condemning load.
Our guilt was borne by Jesus,
Who washed the crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
Our wants are known to Jesus;
All fulness dwells in Him:
He healeth all diseases
Who did our souls redeem.
We tell our griefs to Jesus,
Our burdens and our cares
He from them all released,
Who all our sorrow shares.
We love the name of Jesus,
The Christ of God, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name is spread abroad.
We long to be with Jesus,
With all the ransomed throng,
To sing for aye His praises,
The one eternal song.
320 C.M.
Farewell to this world's fleeting joys,
Our home is not below;
There was no home for Jesus here,
And 'tis to Him we go.
To Him in yonder home of love,
Where He has gone before:
The home He changed for Calvary's cross,
Where all our sins He bore.
He bore our sins that we might be
His partners on the throne!
The throne He'll shortly share with those
For whom He did atone.
Up to our Father's house we go,
To that sweet home of love:
Many the mansions that are found
Where Jesus dwells above!
And He who left that home above,
To be a sufferer here,
Has left this world again for us
A mansion to prepare.
His errand to the earth was love,
To wretchless such as we!
To pluck us from the jaws of death,
Nailed to th'accursed tree.
Th'accursed tree was the reward
Which this sad world did give
To Him who gave His precious life
That this lost world might live.
And has this world a charm for us,
Where Jesus suffer'd thus?
No! we have died to all its charms
Through Jesu's wondrous cross.
The cross on which our Lord expired
Has won the crown for us!
In thankful fellowship with Him
We bear our daily cross.
Set free in grace — He vanquished him
Who held us in his chains —
But more than this, He shares with us
The fruit of all His pains.
To all His ransomed ones He'll give
(To us amongst the rest),
With Him to dwell, with Him to reign,
With Him for ever blest.
Farewell, farewell, poor faithless world,
With all thy boasted store;
We'd not have joy where He had woe —
Be rich where He was poor.
321 C.M.
Behold the Lamb, whose precious blood
Drawn from His riven side,
Had power to make our peace with God,
Nor lets one spot abide.
The dying thief beheld that Lamb
Expiring by His side,
And proved the value of the name
Of Jesus crucified.
His soul, by virtue of the blood,
To paradise received,
Redemption's earliest trophy stood,
From sin and death retrieved.
We, too, the cleansing power have known
Of the atoning blood,
By grace have learnt His name to own,
Which brings us back to God.
To Him, then let our songs ascend,
Who stoop'd in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner's Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.
322 C.M.
There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesu's veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Saviour in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
Our sins are washed away.
Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since by faith, we saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for sin,
Redeeming love has been our theme,
Our joy and peace has been.
Soon in a nobler, sweeter song
We'll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping, stamm'ring tongue,
But conquerors o'er the grave.
Lord, we believe Thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though we be)
For us a blood-bought, free reward,
And harps of minstrelsy.
Harps strung and tuned for endless years
And form'd by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears,
No other name but Thine.
323 S.M.
The Lord Himself shall come,
And shout the gladd'ning word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb:
"For ever with the Lord!"
Then, as we upward fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be our shout of victory:
"For ever with the Lord!"
There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we'll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
A heart supremely blest.
"Knowing as we are known!" —
How shall we love that word,
How oft repeat before the throne:
"For ever with the Lord!"
That resurrection word,
That shout of victory —
Once more: "For ever with the Lord!"
Amen, so let it be!
324 4.6.8.8.4.
Lord Jesus, come!
Nor let us longer roam
Afar from Thee and that bright place
Where we shall see Thee face to face.
Lord Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
Thine absence here we mourn,
No joy we know apart from Thee
No sorrow in Thy presence see.
Come, Jesus, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
And claim us as Thine own,
With longing hearts the path we tread,
Which Thee on high to glory led
Come, Saviour, come!
Lord Jesus, come!
And take Thy people home
That all Thy flock so scattered here,
With Thee in glory may appear.
Lord Jesus, come!
325 8.7.8.7.8.7.7.
We wait for Thee, O Son of God!
And long for Thine appearing;
"A little while" Thou'lt come, O Lord,
Thy waiting people cheering.
Thus hast Thou said: we lift the head
In joyful expectation,
For Thou wilt bring salvation.
We wait for Thee, content to share,
In patience, days of trial;
So meekly Thou the cross didst bear,
Our sin, reproach, denial.
How should not we receive with Thee
The cup of shame and sorrow,
Until the promised morrow?
We wait for Thee, for Thou, e'en here
Hast won our hearts affection,
In spirit still we find Thee near,
Our solace and protection.
In cloudless light, and glory bright,
We soon with joy shall greet Thee,
And in the air shall meet Thee.
We wait for Thee — Thou wilt arise
Whilst hope her watch is keeping
Forgotten then, in glad surprise,
Shall be our years of weeping.
Our hearts beat high, the dawn is nigh
That ends our pilgrim story
In Thine eternal glory!
326 8.8.8.8.D., P.M.
As debtors to mercy alone,
Of heavenly mercy we sing;
Nor fear to draw near to the throne,
Our person and offerings to bring:
The wrath of a sin-hating God
With us can have nothing to do;
The Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all our transgressions from view.
The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet:
Things future, not things that are now,
Nor all things below nor above,
Can make Him His purpose forego,
Or sever our souls from His love.
Our names, from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase:
Impressed on His heart they remain,
In marks of indelible grace:
And we to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
The spirits departed to heaven.
327 C.M.
Lord Jesus! are we won with Thee?
O height! O depth of love!
And crucified and dead with Thee,
Now one in heaven above.
Such was Thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst form heaven come down;
With us of flesh and blood partake,
And make our guilt Thine own.
Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by Thee;
The gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To set Thy ransomed free.
Ascended now, in glory bright
Life-giving Head Thou art;
Nor life, nor depth, nor height,
Thy saints and Thee can part.
And soon shall come that glorious day,
When, seated on Thy throne,
Thou shalt to wondering worlds display
That we with Thee are one.
328 8.8.8.8.D., P.M.
Lord Jesus! to tell of Thy love
Our souls shall for ever delight,
And sing of Thy glories above,
In praises by day and by night.
Wherever we follow Thee, Lord,
Admiring, adoring, we see
That love which was stronger than death
Flow out without limit and free.
Descending from glory on high,
With men Thy delight was to dwell,
Contented, our Surety to die,
Nor e'er didst the vilest repel.
Enduring the grief and the shame,
Thou barest our sins on the cross,
Oh! who would not boast of this love,
And count the world's glory but loss?
329 C.M.
God's sovereign grace to us has given,
While pilgrims here below,
A share in all the joys of heaven,
And that blest heaven to know.
With thankful hearts we now can bid
Farewell to pleasure here!
With Christ in God our life is hid,
And all its springs are there.
'Tis now concealed and lodged secure
In God's eternal Son,
And there, as He, it shall endure,
Though to the world unknown.
Then, Lord, remove whate'er divides
Our longing souls from Thee;
'Tis fit that where the Head resides,
The members' hearts should be.
330 S.M.
What raised the wondrous thought;
Or who did it suggest?
That we, the church, to glory brought,
Should with the Son be blest.
O God! the thought was Thine
(Thine only it could be)
Fruit of the wisdom, love divine
Peculiar unto Thee:
For, sure, no other mind,
For thoughts so bold, so free,
Greatness or strength, could ever find
Thine only it could be.
The motives, too, Thine own,
The plan, the counsel, Thine!
Made for Thy Son, bone of His bone
In glory bright to shine.
O God! with great delight
Thy wondrous thought we see,
Upon His throne, in glory bright,
The bride of Christ shall be.
Sealed with the Holy Ghost,
We triumph in that love,
Thy wondrous thought has made our boast
"Glory with Christ above."
331 L.M.
Father, Thy sov'reign love has sought
Captives to sin, gone far from Thee;
The work that Thine own Son hath wrought
Has brought us back in peace and free.
And now as sons before Thy face,
With joyful steps the path we tread,
Which leads us on to that blest place
Prepared for us by Christ our Head.
Thou gav'st us, in eternal love,
To Him to bring us home to Thee,
Suited to Thine own thought above,
As sons like Him, with Him to be
In Thine own house. there love divine
Fills the bright courts with cloudless joy;
But 'tis the love that made us Thine,
Fills all that house without alloy.
O boundless grace! what fills with joy
Unmingled all that enter there,
God's nature, love without alloy,
Our hearts are given e'en now to share.
God's righteousness with glory bright,
Which with its radiance fills that sphere,
E'en Christ, of God the power and light,
Our title is that light to share.
O mind divine, so must it be
That glory all belongs to God:
O love divine, that did decree
We should be part, thro' Jesu's blood.
O keep us, love divine, near Thee,
That we our nothingness may know
And ever to Thy glory be
Walking in faith while here below.
332 8.8.8.6.
Just as I was — without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bad'st me come to Thee
O Lamb of God, I came!
Just as I was — poor, wretched, blind
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I came!
Just as I am — Thy love, I own,
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone
O Lamb of God, I come!
Just as I am — of that free love,
The fulness and the depth to prove
Here for a season, then above —
O Lamb of God, I come!
333 8.8.8.8.8.8.
To Thee, O God, our hearts we raise
In solemn songs of thankful praise
Thee as our God and Father own,
And bow our souls before Thy throne
While here below we seek to sound
Thy praise to earth's remotest bound.
Worship and praise we render Thee
Father of endless majesty;
Thy true and only Son adore,
One with Thyself in bliss and power
And God the Holy Ghost declare
The saints' eternal Comforter.
334 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4.
Through the love of God our Saviour,
All will be well;
Free and changeless is His favour,
All, all is well.
Precious is the blood that healed us,
Perfect is the grace the sealed us,
Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us,
All must be well.
Though we pass through tribulation,
All will be well;
Ours is such a full salvation,
All, all is well.
Happy still in God confiding;
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding;
Holy, through the Spirit's guiding
All must be well.
We expect a bright tomorrow;
All will be well.
Faith can sing through days of sorrow
All, all is well.
On our Father's love relying,
Jesus every need supplying;
Or in living, or in dying,
All must be well.
335 C.M.
O God, how wide Thy glory shines,
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known thro' the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
Those mighty orbs proclaim Thy power
Their motions speak Thy skill:
And on the wings of every hour,
We read Thy patience still.
Part of Thy name divinely stands
On every work impressed;
Each is the labour of Thy hands,
By each Thy power's confessed.
But when we view Thy strange design
To save rebellious worms,
Where vengeance and compassion join
In their divinest forms:
Here Thy bright character is known,
Nor dares a creature guess
Which of the glories brightest shone —
The justice or the grace.
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heavenly throne,
While saints on earth that know His name,
Their Lord and Saviour own.
How blest are we, who have a part
In the immortal song;
Wonder and joy become our heart,
And praise and thanks, our tongue.
336 8.8.8.8.8.8.
Behold, what wondrous love and grace!
When we were wretched and undone,
To save a ruined, helpless race,
The Father gave His only Son!
Of twice ten thousand gifts divine,
No gift like this could ever shine.
O gift of love unspeakable!
O gift of mercy all divine!
We once were slaves of death and hell,
But in Christ's image we shall shine:
For every gift a song we raise,
But this demands eternal praise.
Praises shall employ these tongues of ours,
Till we with all the saints above,
Extol His name with nobler powers,
And see the ocean of His love:
Then, while we look and wondering gaze,
We'll fill the heavens with endless praise.
337 C.M.
The God who dwells above, we call
Our Father and our Friend;
And, blessed thought! His children all
Shall see Him in the end.
Though now dispersed, the day will come
When He who made us His
Will call us hence, and take us home
To see Him as He is.
Though now unknown, we then shall be
The sons of God confessed,
Those who disown us then shall see
How richly we are blest.
Then let us, brethren, while on earth,
With foes and strangers mixed,
Be mindful of our heavenly birth,
Our thoughts on glory fixed.
That we should glorify Him here
Our Father's purpose is:
Whene'er the Saviour shall appear
He'll own us His.
338 C.M.
Since Thou, the everlasting God,
Our Father art become;
Jesus, our Guardian and Friend,
And heaven our final home:
We welcome all Thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;
And when we know not what Thou dost,
We wait the light above.
Thy gracious love, in all our need,
Shall heavenly light impart;
And be our theme of endless praise
When all things else depart.
339 7.6.7.6.
Our God is our salvation,
Our refuge in distress,
What earthly tribulation
Can shake our stedfast peace?
The ground of our profession
Is Jesus and His blood:
He gives us the possession
Of everlasting good.
We know no condemnation,
No law that speaks despair:
And Satan's accusation,
With Christ, we need not fear.
For us there is provided
A city fair and new,
To it we shall be guided —
Jerusalem's in view;
Our portion there is lying,
A destined heavenly lot;
And though we're daily dying,
Our portion wither's not.
The heart within us leapeth,
And cannot down be cast,
Since with our God it keepeth
Its never-ending feast.
The sun which, smiling, lights us,
Is Jesus Christ alone:
And what to song incites us,
Is heaven on earth begun.
340 8.7.8.7.
Father, we commend our spirits
To Thy love, in Jesu's name,
Love which His atoning merits
Give us confidence to claim.
O how sweet, how real a pleasure
Flows from love so full and free!
'Tis a vast exhaustless treasure,
Saviour, we possess in Thee!
From the world and its confusion,
Here we turn and find our rest,
From its care and its delusion,
Turn to Thee, in whom we're blest.
By the Holy Ghost anointed,
May we do the Father's will,
Walk the path by Him appointed,
All His pleasure to fulfil.
341 C.M.
'Twas past and o'er, that dreadful pain
When forth the life-blood flowed
That washed our souls from ev'ry stain,
That paid the debt we owed.
Cleansed from our sins, renewed by grace,
Thy royal throne above,
Blest Saviour, is our destined place,
Our portion there, Thy love.
Thine eye in that bright cloudless day,
Shall, with supreme delight,
Thy fair and glorious bride survey,
Unblemished in Thy sight.