To Christ On Calvary, I Belong
I wish I've no desire for any other, possessing no ugly pride nor vain conceit at heart.. I wish that on Earth I needn't stay over, for Your embrace, my Savior, is sweeter than a tart! I wish that mine eyes be fixed-- No, not wander.. --to the Author of faith, my Perfecter from the start.
These I plead, oh my King, for to You I belong, Make all of my worship be Yours and Yours alone. Not divided, nor tugged. No rebel, not a smug. You are mine forever, I can't wait no further.
While on earth, I wish I can from sin be free, that my days, my years, may not bring You grief, but glory. A contrite, pleasing aroma unto Thee, You won't despise, just as Christ for mine on Calvary. To the Holy I willingly bow my knee, His righteousness secured, no room I have for worry.
Although still an exile, locked in time, and transient; My breath, my sigh, caught the eye of the Omniscient. Your light through my prism, Free captives from prison. Your Word guiding my hand, Bring gladness to the land.
When the end has come, I will sing and dance, Before Your presence, with a humble stance, Laying down all the crowns from earthly fight, To hear, "Well done, my child." is my delight.