Savior, on me the grace be­stow,
To tram­ple on my mor­tal foe,
Conqueror of death with Thee to rise,
And claim my sta­tion in the skies,
Fixed as the throne which ne’er can move,
A pil­lar in Thy Church above.

As beau­ti­ful, as use­ful there
May I that weight of glo­ry bear,
With all who fi­nal­ly o’er­come,
Supporters of the heav’n­ly dome,
Of per­fect ho­li­ness pos­sessed,
Forever in Thy pre­sence blessed.

Write up­on me the name di­vine,
And let Thy Fa­ther’s na­ture shine,
His im­age vi­si­bly ex­pressed,
His glo­ry pour­ing from my breast
O’er all my bright hu­ma­ni­ty,
Transformed in­to the God I see!

Inscribing with the ci­ty’s name
The heav’n­ly new Je­ru­sa­lem,
To me the vic­tor’s ti­tle give
Among Thy glo­ri­ous saints to live,
And all their hap­pi­ness to know,
A ci­ti­zen of Heav’n be­low.

When Thou hadst all Thy foes o’er­come,
Returning to Thy glo­ri­ous home,
Thou didst re­ceive the full re­ward,
That I might share it with my Lord,
And thus Thine own new name ob­tain,
And one with Thee for­ev­er reign.