We are glad that God’s own son
Came here to live and die
And for us the victory won
O’er death for you and I.

How will you and I repay
Could we but die for him,
Pay our debt without delay
And with him enter in.

May we not live for him now
Each moment of each day,
Master show your children how
For this we humbly pray.

Give us the loyalty to stand
When enemies shall boast,
With thy loved and loyal band
Go on to meet the host.

Some bright morn we hope to see
Thy face so kind and true,
And find our place quite near to thee
Among the chosen few.