1 The King, as he stood by his chariot one day,
In pity regarded my sin;
Then, taking my hand with a kind, gentle smile,
He said, wouldst thou like to step in?
May I enter? I cried, may I sit by thy side?
Is it mine such an honor to know?
Then he opened mine eyes and I gazed with surprise,
For my garments were white as the snow.
2 How oft we had met in the journey of life,
How oft he had knocked at my door;
Though much I have lost by rejecting his call,
From him I will wander no more. [Refrain]
3 The chariot of love, on its way to the sky,
Is bearing me swiftly along,
While joyful I sing of my Lord and my King,
Beguiling each moment with song. [Refrain]
4 And when to the river of Jordan we come,
And cross to the green, sunny shore;
Oh, still will I sing of my Lord and my King,
Till safe at his own palace door. [Refrain]Source: Melodious Sonnets #84