Born in His Blood

Born in His blood,
Saved through His grace,
He gives me His strength to run the race.
My eyes are ever toward the prize
Awaiting me far beyond
This worlds lies
And I am so eager
In my living hope,
Unto the day of my Lord's glory everlasting.
For in my Lord, I will rise in victory.
Never lacking any thing
His sweet joy is the crown of life
And I give it all to Him,

Beautiful, so beautiful is my Lord to me
And I find myself ever aching
For this cold, hard world to see
For He alone is so great
And far beyond my every imagination.
I sing His praise for all of my days
For I know the One who loves me so,
He has called my through his name
To take me home.
I am His bride, His crown and glory.
I know that I belong within
The sweet and tender rapture
Of His unconditional surrender,
To the eternal warmth of His dear embrace.
I live for Him to see His face,
Smiling ever upon me
Grateful forever am I to him
For He has given His name to me
I live only to His glory incorruptible as he
The One who gives me His identity.
The race I run is
for God's Son.