1 Farewell, all earthly honors, I bid you all adieu;
Farewell, all earthly pleasures, I want no more of you:
I want my union grounded in the eternal soil,
Beyond the pow'rs of Satan, where sin can ne'er defile.
2 I want my name engraven amongst the righteous ones,
Crying Holy, holy Father—and wear a righteous crown.
For the sake of so pure riches I am willing to pass through
All earthly tribulation, and count it my just due.
3 I am willing to be chastened, and bear my daily cross;
I am willing to be cleansed from every kind of dross.
I see the fiery furnace, I feel its piercing flame;—
The fruit of it is holy,—the gold will still remain.
4 All earthly tribulation is but a moment here,
And then if we prove faithful, a righteous crown shall wear;
We shall be called holy, and feed on angel's food,
Rejoicing in bright glory, before the throne of God.
5 There Christ himself has promised, a mansion to prepare,
For all who serve him faithful?the cross the crown shall wear;
Bright palms shall there be given to all the ransomed throng,
And Glory, glory, glory, shall be the conqueror's song.
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