I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth's proud ones have reproach'd me, For Christ's thrice blessed name:-- Where God His seal set fairest They've stamp'd their foulest brand; But judgment shines like noonday In Immanuel's land.
They've summoned me before them, But there I may not come,-- My Lord says, "Come up hither," My Lord says, "Welcome Home!" My kingly King, at His white throne, Deathbed saying. My presence doth command, Where glory--glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.