O Joyful Sound Of Gospel Grace

by Charles Wesley

O joyful sound of gospel grace!
Christ shall in me appear;
I, even I, shall see His face;
I shall be holy here.

This heart shall be his constant home:
I hear His Spirit's cry:
"Surely," He saith, "I quickly come;"
He saith, who cannot lie.

The glorious crown of righteousness
To me reached out I view:
Conqueror through Him, I soon shall seize,
And wear it as my due.

He visits now the house of clay,
He shakes His future home:
O wouldst Thou, Lord, on this glad day,
Into Thy temple come!

With me I know, I feel Thou art;
But this cannot suffice,
Unless Thou plantest in my heart,
A constant paradise.

Come, O my God, Thyself reveal,
Fill all this mighty void:
Thou only canst my spirit fill:
Come, O my God, my God!

Chorus

I do believe, I will believe
That Jesus died for me,
That on the cross He shed His blood,
From sin to set me free.