Lord, I care not for rich­es,
Neither sil­ver nor gold;
I would make sure of Hea­ven,
I would en­ter the fold.
In the book of Thy king­dom,
With its pag­es so fair,
Tell me, Je­sus, my Sav­ior,
Is my name writ­ten there?

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Is my name writ­ten there,
On the page white and fair?
In the book of Thy king­dom,
Is my name writ­ten there?

Lord, my sins they are ma­ny,
Like the sands of the sea,
But Thy blood, O my Sav­ior,
Is suf­fi­cient for me;
For Thy pro­mise is writ­ten,
In bright let­ters that glow,
Though your sins be as scar­let,
I will make them like snow.

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Oh! that beau­ti­ful ci­ty,
With its man­sions of light,
With its glo­ri­fied be­ings,
In pure gar­ments of white;
Where no ev­il thing com­eth
To de­spoil what is fair;
Where the an­gels are watch­ing,
Yes, my name’s writ­ten there.

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