The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 ‎#130

130. Adoption

1 How happy ev’ry child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiv’n!
“This earth,” he cries, “is not my place,
I seek my place in heav’n,
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, oh, by faith I see,
The land of rest, the saints’ delight,
The heav’n prepared for me.”

Refrain:
I’ll see Jesus!
That will be the sweetest recompense for all sorrow
felt while here below.

2 Oh, what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heav’nly pow’rs,
And antedate that day;
We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with His glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled. [Refrain]

3 Oh, would He more of heav’n bestow,
The word of welcome speak,
And let our ransomed spirits go
To grasp the God we seek;
In rapturous awe on Him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at His grace
Through all eternity. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: How happy ev'ry child of grace
• Title: Adoption
• Author: Charles Wesley
• Refrain First Line: I’ll see Jesus
• Publication Date: 1894

Tune Information

• Name: [How happy every child of grace]
• Composer: R. Jay Powell