'Twas past and o'er, that deathful pain
When forth the life-blood flowed
That washed our souls from every stain,
That paid the debt we owed.
Cleansed from our sins, renewed by grace,
Thy royal throne above,
Blest Saviour, is our destined place,
Our portion there, Thy love.
Thine eye in that bright, cloudless day,
Shall, with supreme delight,
Thy fair and glorious bride survey,
Unblemished in Thy sight.