The God of ho­li­ness and love,
His faith­ful­ness I see above,
Though I am prone to sin;
But tri­umph­ing with His strong hand,
I know with me He’ll ev­er stand,
Till I reach Beu­lah Land.

Oh, Je­sus’ light and bound­less grace!
How blest was I to see His face,
His life He did not spare;
This sin­ner He in love did seek,
Enabling me His Word to speak,
I walk as child and heir.

Yes, Je­sus died up­on the cross,
To some it seems but pain and loss,
But He the Lord ob­eyed;
The Pot­ter set­ting free His clay,
To live above in end­less day,
With love that can­not fade.

In that ce­les­ti­al home I’ll see
My bro­thers, sis­ters, fa­mi­ly,
I long for His re­ward;
Then Je­sus will my soul em­brace,
A crown of life my sins re­place,
As long as I be­lieve!