I want to join “the ransomed,
And with the ransomed stand,”
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand,”
I want to join their chorus,
My voice I want to raise,
And swell the song of vict’ry
To my Redeemer’s praise.
Angels look on in wonder;
They cannot join that song,
But ‘list in silent rapture
While saints the notes prolong.
Make me a saint in glory;
O! let me see Thy face,
Like those who now before Thee,
Repeat Thy wondrous grace.
They cast their crowns before Thee,
They hail Thee, Saviour, King,
And while they thus adore Thee,
New praises there they sing.
And thus through endless ages
The blissful rapture grows,
And thus through endless ages
Thy love unchanging flows.
I would not be an Angel—
For them no Saviour died;
No, rather let me glory
In Christ, the Crucified.
His love shall draw me nearer
Than Angels ever come;
At His right hand He’ll place me
In our eternal home.
ML 06/02/1940