1  Never did I dream before,

    Such a place could e'er be found,

    Where the tears of sorrow cease,

    Songs of endless joy abound.

    One who seldom ever sang,

    Now delights his voice to raise;

    Singing hymns with all the saints,

    Echoing the ceaseless praise.

 2  Day by day the world goes on,

    Just as it has gone before.

    Millions grasp and clutch at life,

    Wond'ring if there could be more;

    Such was I and would be, yet

    Mercy found me out somehow;

    With what gratefulness I say,

    "I'm in God's own family now."

 3  How delightful 'tis to know;

    How subjective, real, and sweet

    Is this inward joy of grace

    We experience when we meet;

    Life abundant Jesus gives

    As my full reality;

    Praise You, Lord, it's really true,

    I'm in Your own family.

 4  At the closing of this age,

    Just before Your kingdom's dawn,

    May You gain a people, Lord,

    For Your dwelling place, Your home.

    Since for me You gave Your all,

    Everything I lay aside;

    For Your church my all I'd give,

    That You would be satisfied.