Ye idols all depart,
The Lord shall have my heart;
I’m his by right.
On him my sins were laid;
He has my ransom paid,
In God’s pure sight.
Through him I’ll conquer too,
And all my sins subdue;
In him be free.
He died to have it so,
And in his strength I’ll go,
Till him I see.
Oh! shall I see his face,
And rest in his embrace
Forevermore?
My soul is on the wing
To glorify my King;
Him I adore.
All Heaven adore him now,
In adoration bow;
It is his due.
For saints shall swell the song
Of the angelic throng,
In earth made new.
They’ll see him as he is,
And know that they are his;
Be like him made.
In union, all the same,
There’ll be to his dear name,
True homage paid.
Hail, that all-glorious place,
When all the ransomed race,
Their voices raise;
And all with sweet accord,
Give glory to the Lord,
In ceaseless praise.
In Eden beauty dressed,
Will be each heavenly guest,
All blooming fair.
This inward truth we know,
And there we long to go;
God will be there.
