How blessèd is our portion! when we look
Upward, within the veil, our life is there:
Our names are written in the Lamb's own book,
For grace hath made us each with Him an heir
Of all those glories which by right belong
To Him, whose worthiness is heaven's eternal song.
We have a Father in the heavens above,
We have a happy home prepared on high,
We have a Saviour whose surpassing love
Made Him content e'en for our sins to die;
He fought, and has our cruel foes o'ercome
And has engaged to guard, and bring us safely home.
Yes! blessèd is our portion! blessèd He,
Who, in His grace before the world began,
Did set on us His love, sovereign and free,
On us the sinful heirs of dying man:
And blest us with all blessings in His Son
Whose priceless love our hearts from sin and folly won.