When I gave all to Jesus, He gave Himself to me, And now my joy is perfect, While His blest smile I see; All my works of death are done, And through Christ the vict’ry’s won, And I walk in constant triumph With our God’s incarnate Son.
Joy past all understanding I find in Christ the Lord; My soul’s at rest forever Through His atoning blood; Every foe was forced to flee, And I found sweet victory, When I met the glorious Victim Of the cross of Calvary.
My treasure’s over yonder, In that blest land of light, Where sin nor pain ne’er enter, Nor day-beams end in night; Where the blood-washed millions dwell, And their glorious anthem swell, There my soul shall rest forever Where is heard no fun’ral knell.
I’m worn with constant warring, Where fiery darts still fly; My weary soul is longing To soar to realms on high— How I long to see Christ come And take all His ransomed home, To the house of many mansions, There to rest in peace at home.
O blest and happy country, O land so glad and free, When shall I reach thy borders, And thy sweet grandeur see? I shall see Christ’s glorious face, And shall feel His blest embrace, As I help to swell the anthem To the glories of His grace.
