I want to join “the ransomed
And with the ransomed stand.”
A crown upon forehead
Awant to join their chorus,
My voice I want to raise,
And swell the song of victory
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.
So I shall dwell in glory,
And see Thy blessed 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 strive to 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..
Messages of God’s Love 8/26/1934