The Lord hath redeemed by His grace
My sinful soul from death's domain:
Upon the Cross, He took my place,
He bore my sin, my shame, my pain.
No man-made fame, past or present
Shall stay until the end of time:
And all the boasting men may present
Shall not equal His Word sublime.
No prize, no crown, no accolade,
No earthly gain can satisfy:
'Twas what the hand of God hath made
That causeth me to testify.
Until I go to be with Him,
To live is Christ, to die is gain;
My blessed hope is safe in Him,
Since Jesus died and rose again.
I pray that souls for Christ be won
As by his grace, I do my best,
Till all my work on earth is done
And I am laid at last to rest,
And on that great and glorious day,
In that voice ever so pleasant,
I long to hear my Saviour say,
"Well-done good and faithful servant",
Eric A Trott
9th July 2019
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