O may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity;
To see the Bride, the glitt'ring Bride,
Close seated by the Savior's side.

O may I find some humble seat
Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet!
A servant as before He's been,
I'll sing salvation to my King.

I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly;
Bright angels shall convey me home
Unto the new Jerusalem.

I'll praise Him while He gives me breath,
I hope to praise Him after death,
I hope to praise Him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.