1 Jesus, Master, in thine Hand
Lead on thy Family,
'Till we all possess the land,
The promis'd Liberty:
There amidst the holy Throng
We all shall see thy blissful Face,
Singing one eternal Song
To Christ, the God of Grace.

2 In thy bleeding Heart shall we
All find our bless'd Abode;
Each disowning all for thee,
Thou wounded Lamb of God:
There possessing all we want
In thy rich Fulness, holy Lamb,
Hence we all are not content
To bear thy Cross and Shame.

3 In thy smitten Body we
Are pure for evermore;
Happy to Eternity,
We will our Lord adore:
We in Christ, our Ark, abide,
O'er each Temptation still we soar;
We disdain the swelling Tide,
and soon shall reach the Shore.

4 Farewell all this World below,
And all that Earth calls good,
We rejoice no more in you,
We are redeem'd by Blood.
Now redeem'd to God we prove
A safe Asylum from our Fears;
All the Heights, and Depths of Love,
In Jesu's Blood appears.