I am my Beloved’s,
And my Beloved’s mine;
He brings this poor lost sinner
Into His house of wine.
I stand upon His merit;
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where Glory’s dwelling
In Immanuel’s land.
The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand.
The Lamb is all the glory
In Jerusalem.