I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of his love he gives,
A pledge of liberty.

I find him lifting up my head,
He brings salvation near,
His presence makes me free indeed,
And he will soon appear.

He wills that I should holy be;
What can withstand his will?
The counsel of his grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.

Jesus, I hang upon thy word;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord,
And to thyself receive.

Thy love I soon expect to find
In all its depth and height,
To comprehend the eternal mind,
And grasp the Infinite.

When God is mine, and I am his,
Of paradise possessed,
I taste unutterable bliss
And everlasting rest.


Charles Wesley (1707-88)