The God of holiness and love,
His faith­ful­ness I see above,
Though I am prone to sin;
But triumphing with His strong hand,
I know with me He’ll ever stand,
Till I reach Beulah Land.

Oh, Je­sus’ light and boundless grace!
How blest was I to see His face,
His life He did not spare;
This sinner He in love did seek,
Enabling me His Word to speak,
I walk as child and heir.

Yes, Je­sus died upon the cross,
To some it seems but pain and loss,
But He the Lord obeyed;
The Potter setting free His clay,
To live above in endless day,
With love that cannot fade.

In that celestial home I’ll see
My brothers, sisters, family,
I long for His reward;
Then Je­sus will my soul embrace,
A crown of life my sins replace,
As long as I believe!