1. No mortal tongue can e'er describe
  The freedom of the soul,
  When passed beyond all earthly bribe
  To God's complete control.
  All things are his, yes, life, and death,
  Things present or to come;
  In Christ he draws in peace each breath,
  In Christ he finds his home.
2. When such as we the King can choose,
  To share with Him His throne,
  'Tis passing strange that we refuse
  To be our Lord's alone.
  O never speak of sacrifice!
  A privilege untold
  Is to be His at any price,
  In Calv'ry's hosts enrolled.
3. Arise! The holy bargain strike��
  The fragment for the whole��
  All men and all events alike
  Must serve the ransomed soul.
  All things are yours when you are His,
  And He and you are one;
  A boundless life in Him there is,
  Whence doubt and fear are gone.