1 I have lov’d ones before the white throne,
Shouting anthems of gladness and praise;
I’d bathe in the glories that beam
From the presence of God and the Lamb;
I’d sit on the banks of the stream,
And tell of that wonderful Name.

2 I’d tell of the power of sin,
How fallen my soul had become;
How hopeless and cheerless within,
While recklessly wand’ring from home.
Thus burdened with sin and its woe,
My vileness was all I could see,
When Jesus said, go with me, go,
Thy soul from its sorrows I’ll free.

3 I gave him my poor fainting heart,
And quickly salvation received;
I felt his dear life in each part,
As I in his mercy believed.
Blessed Saviour, now seal me thine own,
Thine image stamp wholly in me;
My heart, be it ever thy throne,
From sin keep it evermore free.

4 Henceforth this vain world must all go,
Its claims I can see are but dross,
For none but my Jesus I’ll know,
I’ll glory alone in the cross.
I am thine, blessed Jesus, all thine,
The witness impart unto me;
The death that I die is to sin,
The life that I live is to thee.

5 Go, friends that would keep me from Him!
Go, joys that would share with his love!
Go, hopes that would draw me to sin,
Go, all, that from him would remove!
Come, sorrow, if only in thee
I shall cling to my Saviour and God;
Come, scorn and reproach, if left free
To be drawn evermore to my Lord.