On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 25

Come let us arise,
And aim at the prize,
The hope of our calling on this side the skies.

By works let us show
That Jesus we know,.
While steadily on to perfection we go.

But may we not strive,
Yet never arrive
To be saints, or to live without sin, while alive?

No, no, never fear,
If we look for Him here,
But our uttermost Saviour in us shall appear.

We dare not believe,
That God can deceive,
And never intend what He promised to give.

He hath said, From all sin
Ye here shall be clean,
All holy, all pure, and all glorious within.

We rest on His word,
We shall here be restored
To His image; the servant shall be as his Lord.

Our faith is not vain,
We are sure to regain
The nature Divine of the heavenly man.

Then let us not stop,
But continue in hope
Rejoicing, till all in His image wake up;

His purity share,
His character bear,
And the truth of His hallowing promise declare.

Thus, thus let us stay,
And wait for the day
When the angels are sent to conduct us away.

When with joy we remove
To our brethren above,
And fly up to heaven in a chariot of love.