Jesus! the only One !
The One that grace has given;
My soul, trust Him alone
Of all in earth or heaven ;
He gave His life upon the tree
That I, the culprit, might go free.

Jesus, the living One!
He lives no more to die-
Full proof that all is done;
Yea, more, He lives on high;
He lives His precious blood to plead,
He lives for me to intercede.

Jesus! the absent One!
Ah, few His absence mourn-
Few "crown Him Lord" alone,
Or sigh for His return;
And yet, while He remains away,
Sin, tears, and death will hold their sway.

Jesus ! the coming One !
He waits to come again;
He'll come to claim His own,
And they shall live and reign:
My soul, be waiting for the Son-
Be watching for the coming One !

Jesus ! the judging One !
To Him all judgment's given;
To Him each knee will bow,
In hell, or earth, or heaven;
Oh, happy they who bow to grace !
All else may dread to see His face.

R. H.