1 My home is God Himself; Christ brought me there, And bade me dwell in Him, rejoicing there; He bore me where no foot but His hath trod, Within the holiest at home with God. O holy place! O home divinely fair! And we, God’s little ones, abiding there.
2 A long, long road I traveled night and day, And sought to find within myself some way, Aught I could do, or feel to bring me near; Self effort failed, and I was filled with fear, And then I found Christ was the only way That I must come to Him and in Him stay.
3 O wondrous place! O home divinely fair! And I, God’s little one, safe hidden there. Lord, as I dwell in Thee and Thou in me, So make me dead to everything but Thee; That as I rest within my home most fair, I’ll share my God in all and everywhere.
1 Christ is the hope of glory, my very life is He, He has regenerated and saturated me; He comes to change my body by His subduing might Like to His glorious body in glory bright!
Chorus He comes, He comes, Christ comes to glorify me! My body He’ll transfigure, like His own it then will be. He comes, He comes, redemption to apply! As Hope of glory He will come, His saints to glorify.
2 Christ is the hope of glory, He is God’s mystery, He shares with me God’s fulness and brings God into me. He comes to make me blended with God in every way, That I may share His glory with Him for aye.
3 Christ is the hope of glory, redemption full is He:, Redemption to my body, from death to set it free, He comes to make my body a glorious one to be And swallow death forever in victory.
4 Christ is the hope of glory, He is my history: His life is my experience, for He is one with me; He comes to bring me into His glorious liberty, That one with Him completely I’ll ever be.