Glories of Christ

When I gave all to Je­sus

He gave Him­self to me;

And now my joy is per­fect

While His blest smile I see;

All my works of death are done

And thro’ Christ the vic­to­ry’s won

And I walk in con­stant tri­umph

With our God’s in­car­nate Son.

Joy past all un­der­stand­ing

I find in Christ the Lord;

And my soul’s at rest for­ev­er

Thro’ His aton­ing blood;

Every foe was forced to flee

And I found sweet vic­to­ry

When I met the glo­ri­ous vic­tim

Of the cross of Cal­va­ry.

My trea­sure’s ov­er yon­der

In that blest land of light

Where sin nor pain ne’er en­ter

Nor day-beams end in night;

Where the blood-washed mill­ions dwell

And their glo­ri­ous an­them swell

There my soul shall rest for­ev­er

Where is heard no fun­er­al knell.

I’m worn with con­stant war­ring

Where fie­ry darts still fly;

My wea­ry soul is long­ing

To soar to realms on high

For I long to see Christ come

And take all His ran­somed home

To the house of ma­ny man­sions

There to rest in peace at home.

O blest and hap­py coun­try

O land so glad and free;

When shall I reach thy bor­ders

And thy sweet grand­eur see?

I shall see Christ’s glo­ri­ous face

And shall feel His blest em­brace

As I help to swell the an­them

To the glor­ies of His grace.