We fly not from that all-seeing eye,
Which once we shunned, to hide ourselves in night;
The blood that purged our sins has brought us nigh,
To dwell in God’s own love, and walk in light;
Thee, holy, holy, holy, Lord, we love,
Whose holy will we now delight to learn and prove.

Sin can’t condemn, for grace has justified;
Sin shall not reign, for grace has set us free;
Sin we abhor, since Christ our Surety died;
His grace now rules our souls in liberty;
The grace that has the wondrous work begun
Shall crown with glory when its mighty work is done.

How blessed is our portion! when we look
Upward, within the veil, our life is there:
Our names are written in the Lamb’s own book,
For grace hath made us each with Him an heir
Of all those glories which by right belong
To Him , whose worthiness is heaven’s eternal song.

We have a Father in the heavens above,
We have a happy home prepared on high,
We have a Savior whose surpassing love
Made Him content e’en for our sins to die;
He fought, and has our cruel foes o’ercome
And has engaged to guard, and bring us safely home.

Yes! blessed is our portion! blessed He,
Who, in His grace before the world began,
Did set on us His love, sovereign and free,
On us the sinful heirs of dying man:
And blest us with all blessings in His Son
Whose priceless love our hearts from sin and folly won.