Lord, I Believe Thy Work of Grace

Lord

I be­lieve Thy work of grace

Is per­fect in the soul;

His heart is pure

who sees Thy face

His spir­it is made whole.

From ev­ery sick­ness by Thy Word

From ev­ery sore dis­ease

Saved

and to per­fect health re­stored

To per­fect ho­li­ness.

He walks in glo­ri­ous li­ber­ty

To sin en­tire­ly dead

The Truth

the Son hath made him free

And he is free in­deed.

He lives

when Thou hast ful­ly wrought

The work of faith with pow­er

Upright in deed

and word

and thought

He lives

and sins no more.

Throughout his soul Thy glo­ries shine

His soul is all re­newed

And decked in right­eous­ness di­vine

And clothed

and filled with God.

In spir­it joined

and one with Thee

And purged from all his stains

No wrinkle of in­fir­mi­ty

No spot of sin re­mains.

He knows Thee now

as he is known

Thy full­ness he re­ceives

Flesh of Thy flesh

bone of Thy bone

In Thee he ev­er lives.

This is the rest

the life

the peace

Which all Thy peo­ple prove

Love is the bond of per­fect­ness

And all their soul is love.

Thy peo­ple are all sanc­ti­fied

And Thou shalt say to me

Thou art all fair

My love

My bride

There is no spot in thee.

O joy­ful sound of Gos­pel grace!

Christ in me shall ap­pear

I

ev­en I shall see His face

I shall be ho­ly here.

I shall from ev­ery sin be free;

(The Word of God is true)

Walk before Him

and per­fect be

And pure as God is pure.

This heart shall be His con­stant home;

I hear His Spir­it’s cry

Surely

He sa­ith

I quick­ly come

He saith

and can­not lie.

The God of truth Him­self hath sworn:

On Him my soul re­lies

My soul on wings of ea­gles borne

Shall fly

and take the prize.

The glo­ri­ous crown of right­eous­ness

To me reached out I view

Conqueror thro’ Him I soon shall seize

And wear it as my due.

The pro­mised land from Pis­gah’s top

I now ex­ult to see

My hope is full (O bless­èd hope!)

Of im­mor­tal­ity.

My flut­ter­ing spir­it fa­tigues my breast

And swells

and spreads abroad

And pants for ev­er­last­ing rest

And strug­gles in­to God.

I feel

and know Him now in part

His love my heart con­strains

Its near ap­proach ex­pands my heart

And fills with pleas­ing pains.

He vis­its now the house of clay

He shakes His fu­ture home

O wouldst Thou

Lord

on this glad day

Into Thy tem­ple come!

With me I know

I feel

Thou art

But this can­not suf­fice

Unless Thou plant­est in my heart

A con­stant para­dise.

My earth Thou wa­ter’st from on high.

But make it all a pool;

Spring up

O well

I ev­er cry

Spring up with­in my soul.

Come

O my God

Thy­self re­veal

Fill all this migh­ty void

Thou on­ly canst my spir­it fill:

Come

O my God

my God!

Fulfill

ful­fill my large de­sires

Large as in­fi­ni­ty

Give

give me all my soul re­quires

All

all that is in Thee!