Eng:473  Chin:355  Kor:355  Span:196  Tag:473  Fra:473  Por:214 

Lyrics:From Catherine Booth-Clibborn
Music:From Catherine Booth-Clibborn
Meter:8.6.8.6.D

This hymn has a unique tune

 

 1  No mortal tongue can e'er describe

       The freedom of the soul,

    When passed beyond all earthly bribe

       To God's complete control.

    All things are his, yes, life, and death,

       Things present or to come;

    In Christ he draws in peace each breath,

       In Christ he finds his home.

 

 2  When such as we the King can choose,

       To share with Him His throne,

    'Tis passing strange that we refuse

       To be our Lord's alone.

    O never speak of sacrifice!

       A privilege untold

    Is to be His at any price,

       In Calv'ry's hosts enrolled.

 

 3  Arise! The holy bargain strike —

       The fragment for the whole —

    All men and all events alike

       Must serve the ransomed soul.

    All things are yours when you are His,

       And He and you are one;

    A boundless life in Him there is,

       Whence doubt and fear are gone.