“When I know Jesus as my Lord,
And that He died for sin,
‘Tis sweet to look beyond this world
And long to fly to Him.
Sweet to look inward and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the place
Where Jesus lives above.
Sweet to look back, and-see my name
In life’s fair book set down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joys My own.
Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;
Sweet to remember that His blood
My debt of sins has paid.
Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on His covenant of grace
For all things to depend.
Sweet in the confidence of faith
To trust His firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in His hands,
And know no will but His.
Sweet, blessed hope! and I at last
Shall see Him and adore;
Be with His likeness satisfied,
And grieve and sin no more.
ML 08/29/1943