At God’s right hand sits that blest Man
Whose wisdom is unfailing;
Whose ear is open to our cry,
Whose power is all prevailing.
There’s nothing which the heart can crave
That we have not in Jesus;
We rest in His almighty arms,
Who from all sorrow frees us.
Kept by His power, preserved by grace,
We onward press to glory;
We then shall see Him face to face
And sing love’s wondrous story.