647    8.8.6.     W. Gadsby
A Song of Praise to the Holy Three. Rev. 19. 5

1 When will the happy moment come
  That I shall meet my Lord at home,
  And all his glory view?
  Where sin no more shall vex my soul,
  Nor Satan any more control,
  Nor guilt shall me pursue?

2 [Christ loved, and chose, and ransomed me,
  From sin and Satan set me free,
  And washed me in his blood;
  He clothed me well from top to toe,
  Adorned me with his glory too,
  And brought me home to God.]

3 When such a guilty wretch as I,
  Deserving nought but misery,
  Shall in full glory be,
  With all the blood-bought throng above,
  I’ll sing the riches of thy love,
  Through vast eternity.

4 I’ll tell the Father and the Son,
  And the blest Spirit, Three-in-One,
  I’m saved by grace divine;
  And, with a strong, immortal voice,
  In this one God will I rejoice,
  Nor ever more repine.