To Christ On Calvary, I Belong

I wish I've no desire for any other,

possessing no ugly pride nor vain conceit at heart..

I wish that on Earth I needn't stay over,

for Your embrace, my Savior, is sweeter than a tart!

I wish that mine eyes be fixed-- No, not wander..

--to the Author of faith, my Perfecter from the start.

These I plead, oh my King, for to You I belong,

Make all of my worship be Yours and Yours alone.
Not divided, nor tugged.

No rebel, not a smug.

You are mine forever,

I can't wait no further.

While on earth, I wish I can from sin be free,

that my days, my years, may not bring You grief, but glory.

A contrite, pleasing aroma unto Thee,

You won't despise, just as Christ for mine on Calvary.

To the Holy I willingly bow my knee,

His righteousness secured, no room I have for worry.

Although still an exile, locked in time, and transient;

My breath, my sigh, caught the eye of the Omniscient.

Your light through my prism,
Free captives from prison.

Your Word guiding my hand,

Bring gladness to the land.

When the end has come, I will sing and dance,

Before Your presence, with a humble stance,

Laying down all the crowns from earthly fight, 

To hear, "Well done, my child." is my delight.