Neither am I worthy
To go as He didst go
For I in faith to lose myself
Would be not such a woe
And so now I am waking up
As I am put to sleep
Mine eyes are op'ed and lifted up
As physic'lly are my feet
So mercy rains upon my head
And Love looks down on me
While hands are pierced as His once were
And peace makes fear to flee

For me to die is such a gain
I dared not hope to have
While death's sharp sting is cancelled out
In light of His pure blood

"I come; I come!" My Lord I see
The water ebbs with last dark tide
As heaven's portals ope' for me
And now at last I'm glorified
For Christ, oh! Christ is on His throne
His glory's light is shed around
Life's embers for me were snuffed out
And now burn brightly in my crown
'Tis golden bright, and beaming glows
I thrust it from off of my brow
And cast it downwards at His feet
At last! I cry as He bends low
"Well done, my child." His voice divine
He speaks with all His royal tones
My faith so weak has turned to sight
I worship, joyful, at his throne