Who can tell how much we owe Him?
Gladly let us render to Him
All we are and have.
He for conflicts fits and arms us;
Nothing moves and nothing harms us
When we trust in Him.
He is faithful, changing never;
Neither force nor guile can sever
Those He loves from Him.
To Thyself and still believing,
Till the hour of Thy receiving
The victorious Bride.
Then we shall be what we should be;
Things which are not now, nor could be,
Then shall be our own.