He left His bright home His glorious throne

He left His bright home, His glorious throne,

To die upon Calvary’s tree:

His blood there was spilt to cleanse me from guilt;

He died – He lives for me.

The path is marked out, till called by the shout,

To meet with my Lord in the air.

The Spirit’s the power, to walk till that hour –

The object of God’s care.