Great Re­deem­er, friend of sin­ners,
Thou hast won­drous pow­er to save;
Grant me grace, and still pro­tect me,
Over life’s tem­pes­tu­ous wave:
May my soul with sac­red trans­port,
View the dawn while yet afar,
And un­til the sun aris­es,
Lead me by the morn­ing star.

O! what mad­ness! O! what fol­ly,
That my heart should go as­tray;
After vain and fool­ish tri­fles,
Trifles on­ly of a day:
This vain world with all its plea­sures,
Very soon will be no more;
There’s no ob­ject worth ad­mir­ing,
But the God whom we adore.

See the hap­py spi­rits wait­ing,
On the banks be­yond the stream,
Sweet re­spond­ers still re­peat­ing,
Jesus, Je­sus is their theme:
Hark! they whis­per, lo! they call me,
Sister spi­rit, come away;
Lo! I come, earth can’t con­tain me,
Hail the realms of end­less day.

Swiftly roll, ye lin­ger­ing hours,
Seraphs, lend your glit­ter­ing wings;
Love ab­sorbs my ran­som powers,
Heavenly song around me rings,
Worlds of light and crowns of glo­ry,
Far above yon az­ure sky,
Only now by faith I see you;
Soon I hope to dwell on high.