And who with him will have a home?

To self we must be crucified,

Be purified, made white and tried,

Without one spot, and guileless be,

To stand before his Majesty.

Oh! be our sleeping powers awake;

Eternal bliss is now at stake;

One wrong unrighted, spot or stain,

Will bind in sin’s destructive chain.

Haste then, from every error flee;

Strive till you gain the victory.

Triumph in Jesus’ name alone,

And sit with him upon his throne.

This right with his own blood he bought;

Oh! bliss beyond all human thought,

Where ransomed throngs the Lord adore,

And sing free grace forevermore.

Submission.

The Saviour knows our every grief;

He knows the time to give relief:

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