246    8s     B. Francis
On Love to Christ as a Redeemer. John 14. 21

1 My gracious Redeemer I love;
  His praises aloud I’ll proclaim,
  And join with the armies above,
  To shout his adorable name.
  To gaze on his glories divine
  Shall be my eternal employ;
  And feel them incessantly shine,
  My boundless, ineffable joy.

2 He freely redeemed with his blood
  My soul from the confines of hell,
  To live on the smiles of my God,
  And in his sweet presence to dwell;
  To shine with the angels of light,
  With saints and with seraphs to sing;
  To view with eternal delight
  My Jesus, my Saviour, my King.

3 In Meshech, as yet, I reside,
  A darksome and restless abode:
  Molested with foes on each side,
  And longing to dwell with my God.
  O when shall my spirit exchange
  This cell of corruptible clay
  For mansions celestial, and range
  Through realms of ineffable day?

4 My glorious Redeemer! I long
  To see thee descend on the cloud,
  Amidst the bright numberless throng,
  And mix with the triumphing crowd.
  O when wilt thou bid me ascend,
  To join in thy praises above,
  To gaze on thee, world without end,
  And feast on thy ravishing love?

5 No sorrow, nor sickness, nor pain,
  Nor sin, nor temptation, nor fear,
  Shall ever molest me again;
  Perfection of glory reigns there.
  This soul and this body shall shine
  In robes of salvation and praise,
  And banquet on pleasures divine,
  Where God his full beauty displays.

6 Ye palaces, sceptres, and crowns,
  Your pride with disdain I survey;
  Your pomps are but shadows and sounds,
  And pass in a moment away.
  The crown that my Saviour bestows,
  Yon permanent sun shall outshine;
  My joy everlastingly flows;
  My God, my Redeemer, is mine!