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 wretches 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 suffered thus?
No! we have died to all its charms
Through Jesus’ 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.

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 stooped in grace so low:
To Christ, the Lamb, the sinner’s Friend,
Let ceaseless praises flow.

There is a stream of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus’ veins;
And sinners washed in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Savior 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 formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears,
No other name but Thine.

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.

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.

O God, how wide Thy glory shines,
How high Thy wonders rise!
Known through 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 labor 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 Savior 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.

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 Savior shall appear
He’ll own us His.

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.

‘Twas past and o’er, that dreadful pain
When forth the life-blood flowed
That washed our souls from every stain,
That paid the debt we owed.

Cleansed from our sins, renewed by grace,
Thy royal throne above,
Blest Savior, 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.