And may I hope that when no more
My pulse shall beat with life below,
I shall the God of grace adore,
And all the bliss of glory know?

I, who deserve no place but hell.
No portion but devouring fire,
Shall I with Christ my Savior dwell,
Possessed of all I now desire?

Will Jesus own a wretch like me,
And tell to saints and angels round,
That when he suffered on the tree,
My sins did cause his ev'ry wound?

He will! I read it in his word,
And in my heart the witness feel;
I shall be with, and like my Lord,
Though sin oppose, in league with hell.

I shall be with Him when he comes
Triumphant down the pathless skies;
And when his voice breaks up the tombs,
Among his children I shall rise.
#copied

Please give Jesus your heart