On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 31

Prisoners of hope, arise,
And see your Lord appear;
Lo! on the wings of love He flies,
And brings redemption near!
Redemption in His blood
He calls you to receive;
Come unto Me, the pardoning God,
Believe, He cries, believe.

The reconciling word
We thankfully embrace,
Rejoice in our redeeming Lord,
A blood-besprinkled race:
We yield to be set free,
Thy counsel we approve,
Salvation, praise ascribe to Thee,
And glory in Thy love.

Jesus, to Thee we look,
Till saved from sin's remains,
Reject the inbred tyrant's yoke,
And cast away his chains:
Our nature shall no more
O'er us dominion have;
By faith we apprehend the power,
Which shall for ever save.

In sure and steadfast hope
To be redeem'd below,
On to the holy mountain's top
We all exulting go:
We shall the prize receive,
We shall be all renew'd,
Regain Thine image here, and live
The sinless life of God.