O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.