Take away our bent to sinning; Alpha and Omega be; End of faith, as its Beginning, Set our hearts at liberty.
Perfect, yet it floweth, fuller every day, Perfect, yet it groweth, deeper all the way.
Savior, like a shepherd lead us, much we need thy tender care.
We shall sing on that beautiful shore, the melodious songs of the blessed; And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
To God and to the Lamb, I will sing, I will sing.
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven such a refuge e’er was given.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee and hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.