148th.
1
O, shall I ever see
That glorious heavenly sight,
And with bright angels be
All dressed in purest white?
Yes, I shall join them in their bliss,
If Christ is mine and I am His.
2
But is there hope for one,
Whose every breath is sin,
Has Christ the work begun,
Do I belong to Him?
For if the heart to Him is drawn
That child from Him shall not be torn.
3
Blest souls that glory share,
I’d long to be with you,
A victor’s palm to bear,
With Jesus Christ in view;
O what a miracle ’twill be,
If there’s a seat for one like me.
