COMPLETE in Jesus—precious, precious word—
Transformed into the image of my Lord,
Once a poor rebel, lost in guilt and sin,
But now through sovereign grace complete in Him;
Oh thou Destroyer, I can smile at thee,
No power of thine can ever conquer me;
Complete in Jesus, I shall firmly stand,
Nor death, nor hell can pluck me from His hand!
Complete in Jesus, oh how sweet the thought,
Surely I do not prize it as I ought,
’Tis matchless grace, ’tis love unsearchable,
Its worth and preciousness no tongue can tell.
Dear Saviour, what am I? Thou could’st not see
One spark of love or gratitude in me;
Why was I chosen, called, and justified,
And made a member of the church, Thy bride,
Ah! my heart melts, my eyes with tears o’erilow,
Grace is the answer, nothing else will do;
Grace, matchless grace, unmerited and free,
Dear, precious Lord, I am complete in Thee.
Yes, when the angry billows o’er me roll,
And waves beat high against my troubled soul,
When trials and temptations round me rise
And seem to bide my Saviour from my eyes,
Still I can rest on that unchanging word
Complete in Christ, my ever living Lord.
A little while and this poor soul of mine
Shall on Thy bosom, dearest Lord, recline;
No longer by my sins to cause Thee pain,
Nor ever wander from Thy side again.
But in those mansions kept for me above,
Those mansions of eternal joy and love;
Far from temptation, from all sorrow free,
I shall forever rest complete in Thee.