When I shall gather my chosen ones;
When the Lord shall rise to the spoil and prey,
And the year of Zion’s redemption comes.
They shall be mine! the chosen few
Who dare to honor my holy name,
Who yield their hearts to their Maker, true,
And bear his cross nor heed the shame,
And turn not back for the scoffers’ boasts—
They shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts.
They shall be mine in the fearful hour