I have a fu­ture all sub­lime,
Beyond the realms of space and time,
Where my Re­deem­er I shall see,
And sor­row ne­ver­more shall be.

A pre­cious he­rit­age is mine;
’Tis kept above by love di­vine;
And while I tar­ry here be­low,
He gives me what is best, I know.

O, God be praised, He planned for me;
From anx­ious care I’m spared and free;
He bids me cast on Him my care—
What then re­mains for me to bear?

Sweet peace with­in my soul doth dwell;
With joy I sing: Now all is well,
He leads me safe­ly by His hand
Until I reach the Glo­ry Land.

O pre­cious Sav­ior, teach Thou me
To live my life more true to Thee
The lit­tle while I yet must roam
Before I reach my heav’n­ly home.