Oh Lord, send me Your saving hand,
That one day soon, at Your wish, I may stand
On the polished marble steps of Your given mansion,
Prepared for me so long ago by the precious blood of Your salvation.
Oh, Lord from crystal windows will I gaze upon a bay of contentment
Where tranquil waves sink into ripples, of sparkling bold, pigment,
And with Thee in Biblical night seasons will I eternally walk,
And with You, my Saviour, will I gently talk.
Oh, Lord someday soon by Your loving grace,
Will I stand in praise and look upon Your loving face,
That once so long ago turned to me a lying reprobate,
Who slowly was drowning in my own sin without hope or debate.
Today, I am thankfully saved,
By He who suffered and died,
On a far away hill,
That I, a sinner, might be saved from the all-consuming fires of Hell.
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