Savior, on Me the Grace Bestow

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.