|Text:||The Believer's Hope|
1 He is a GOD of sov'reing love,
That promis'd Heav'n to me;
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
2 Prepare me, LORD for thy right hand,
Then come the joyful day!
Come death and some celestial band!
To bear my soul away.
3 Then, my beloved, take my soul
Up to thy blest abode;
That face to face I may behold
My Saviour and my GOD.
4 GOD has laid up in Heav'n for me
A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge at the great day
Shall place it on my head.
5 Nor hath the King of grace decreed
This prize for me alone;
But all that love and long to see
Th' appearnace of his Son.
|First Line:||He is a God of sovereign love|
|Title:||The Believer's Hope|