Now to the pow'r of God supreme
Be everlasting honor giv'n;

He saves from hell (we bless His name),
He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n;

Not for our duties or desserts,
But of His own abounding grace,

He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for His praise;

'Twas His own own purpose that began

To rescue rebels doomed to die;
And I don't care to stay here long!

He gave us grace in Christ, His Son,
Before He spread the starry sky.
And I don't care to stay here long!

Jesus the Lord appears at last,
And makes His Father's counsels known;

Declares the great transaction's past,
And brings immortal blessings down.

He dies! And in that dreadful night
Did all the pow'rs of hell destroy;

Rising, He bro't our heav'n to light,
And took possession of the joy.

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder!
O, yes, my Lord, for I don't care to stay here long.