|Text:||Savior, On Me The Grace Bestow|
1 Savior, on me the grace bestow,
To trample on my mortal foe,
Conqueror of death with Thee to rise,
And claim my station in the skies,
Fixed as the throne which ne’er can move,
A pillar in Thy Church above.
2 As beautiful, as useful there
May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally o’ercome,
Supporters of the heavenly dome,
Of perfect holiness possessed,
Forever in Thy presence blessed.
3 Write upon me the Name divine,
And let Thy Father’s nature shine,
His image visibly expressed,
His glory pouring from my breast
O’er all my bright humanity,
Transformed into the God I see!
4 Inscribing with the city’s name
The heavenly new Jerusalem,
To me the victor’s title give
Among Thy glorious saints to live,
And all their happiness to know,
A citizen of Heaven below.
5 When Thou hadst all Thy foes o’ercome,
Returning to Thy glorious home,
Thou didst receive the full reward,
That I might share it with my Lord,
And thus Thine own new new name obtain,
And one with Thee forever reign.
|First Line:||Savior, on me the grace bestow|
|Title:||Savior, On Me The Grace Bestow|
|Source:||Short Hymns, Vol. II (Bristol, England: E. Farley, 1762)|