My gracious Redeemer I love,
His praises aloud I’ll proclaim,
And join with the armies above,
To shout His adorable name.
To gaze on His glories divine
Shall be my eternal employ;
To see them incessantly shine,
My boundless, ineffable joy.
He freely redeemed with His blood,
My soul from the confines of hell,
To live on the smiles of my God,
And in His sweet presence to dwell,
To shine with the angels of light,
With saints and with seraphs to sing,
To view, with eternal delight,
My Jesus, my Savior, my king.
In Meschech, as yet, I reside,
A darksome and restless abode!
Molested with foes on each side,
And longing to dwell with my God.
O, when shall my spirit exchange
This cell of corruptible clay,
For mansions celestial, and range
Thro’ realms of ineffable day.
My glorious Redeemer, I long
To see Thee descend on the cloud,
Amidst the bright numberless throng,
And mix with the triumphing crowd;
O, when wilt Thou bid me ascend,
To join in Thy praises above,
To gaze on Thee, world without end,
And feast on Thy ravishing love.
Nor sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain,
Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear,
Shall ever molest me again,
Perfection of glory reigns there.
This soul and this body shall shine
In robes of salvation and praise,
And banquet on pleasures divine,
Where God His full beauty displays.
Ye palaces, scepters and crowns,
Your pride with disdain I survey;
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
And pass in a moment away;
The crown that my Savior bestows,
Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
My joy everlastingly flows,
My God, my Redeemer, is mine.