WHAT sinners value, I resign:

WHAT sinners value, I resign: Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine; I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness.

This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world, to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake, and find me there?

O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul.

My flesh shall slumber in the ground, ' Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.