1. And may I hope that when no more My pulse shall beat with life below, I shall the God of grace adore, And all the bliss of glory know? 2. I, who deserve no place but hell. No portion but devouring fire, Shall I with Christ my Savior dwell, Possessed of all I now desire? 3. Will Jesus own a wretch like me, And tell to saints and angels round, That when he suffered on the tree, My sins did cause his ev'ry wound? 4. He will! I read it in his word, And in my heart the witness feel; I shall be with, and like my Lord, Though sin oppose, in league with hell. 5. I shall be with Him when he comes Triumphant down the pathless skies; And when his voice breaks up the tombs, Among his children I shall rise.