Lord Jesus! we worship and bow at Thy feet,
And give Thee the glory, the honor that’s meet;
While through Thee, O Savior, our praises ascend
And join in the chorus that never shall end.

Thy mercy, O God, is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue;
‘Tis free grace alone, from the first to the last,
That wins the affections, and binds the soul fast.

‘Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints,
How sweet to the soul is communion with saints;
To find at the banquet of mercy there’s room,
To feel in communion a foretaste of home.

Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace!
A thrice-blessed Savior whose love cannot cease!
Though oft amid trials and dangers we roam,
With Thine we’re united, and hasting towards home.

While here, in the valley of conflict, we stay,
O give us submission and strength as the day:
Soon free from afflictions, to Thee we shall come,
And find with our Savior a heavenly home.

Whate’er Thou deniest, O give us Thy grace,
Thy Spirit’s blest witness, the smiles of Thy face;
And grant us still patience to wait at Thy throne,
And find, never-ceasing, the foretaste of home.

We wait, blessed Lord in Thy beauties to shine,
To see Thee in glory–the glory divine;
With all Thy redeemed, from the earth, from the tomb,
To be to Thy praise, blessed Savior at home.

In weakness and trial,
With God we may plead;
No fear of denial,
We’re sure to succeed:
For, though we oft grieve Him,
His promise is clear,
And love will believe Him:
Our Father will hear.

‘Gainst the giant-like might
Of our foes we can bring,
As our weapons of fight,
But a stone and a sling.
Should this have dismayed us,
Our souls it may cheer,
That , called on to aid us,
Our Father will hear.

Our calls may be faint
As a child’s timid cry,
Our hearts’ feeble plaint
Scarce venture on high;
Yet Christ for us pleading,
We may persevere;
Through Him interceding,
Our Father will hear.