S.M. 1 SAVIOUR of sinful men, Thy goodness we proclaim, Which brings us here to meet again, And triumph in thy name; Our safeguard and our tower; Hath saved us from the world, and sin, And all the accuser's power.
2 Jesus take all the praise, That still on earth we live, Unspotted in so foul a place, And innocently grieve! We shall from Sodom flee, When perfected in love; And haste to better company, Who wait for us above.
3 Awhile in flesh disjoined, Our friends that went before We soon in Paradise shall find, And meet to part no more. In yon thrice-happy seat, Waiting for us they are; And thou shalt there a husband meet! And I a parent there!
4 O! what a mighty change Shall Jesu's sufferers know, While o'er the happy plains they range, Incapable of woe! No ill-requited love Shall there our spirits wound; No base ingratitude above, No sin in heaven is found.
5 There all our griefs are spent! There all our sorrows end! We cannot there the fall lament Of a departed friend! A brother dead to God, By sin, alas! undone No father there, in passion loud, Cries, "O my son, my son!"
6 Nor slightest touch of pain, Nor sorrow's least alloy, Can violate our rest, or stain Our purity of joy: In that eternal day No clouds nor tempests rise, These gushing tears are wiped away For ever from our eyes.
