Precious

Precious in the sight of the Lord
Is the death of His own.
Up in the glories of Heaven,
Faithful servants He'll crown

Down here in our short, finite while
This blessed truth we know;
His own ne'er meet for the last time.
O! Blessed to find 'tis so!

Faithful in Him, and abiding!
Wondrous Redeemer, King!
He Who has saved us and bought us,
Will then us to Him bring.