Verse 1
What is that gospel-hope?
To be redeem’d from sin,
After his likeness to wake up,
Holy and pure within,
The Lord with all our mind
And soul and strength to love,
To lose our life for Christ, and find
A better life above.

Verse 2
This hope of holiness,
Still may I hold it fast,
And toward the prize unwearied press,
’Till all my deaths are past!
My Captain and my head
Did to the end endure:
And I thro’ sufferings perfected,
Shall find his promise sure.

Verse 3
The men that know not God
May cry, It cannot be,
That heart-felt pardon in his blood,
That sinless liberty:
The world blaspheme in vain,
I still my point pursue,
Assur’d, tho’ every child of man
Be false, yet God is true.

Verse 4
False-witnesses may rise,
Me from my hope to move,
Pretenders to the glorious prize,
The pure, consummate love:
Tho’ crouds believe a lie,
Nor reach the perfect day,
I set the self-deceivers by,
And still hold on my way.

Verse 5
I trust in thee alone,
Who never canst deceive,
(After I have thy pleasure done)
The promis’d grace to give,
The holiness compleat,
The spotless purity,
The perfect love, which makes me meet
To share a throne with thee.