It’s not by strength of character or degree of skill.
It’s not by deeds of righteousness or even how I feel.
It’s not how long and hard I work or if I sacrifice.
I’m totally dependent on the Lord Jesus Christ.
I’m bound and determined to walk on streets of gold.
I’m bound and determined to talk with saints of old.
I’m bound and determined to see my savior’s face.
I’m bound by his promises—determined by his grace.
I’m bound by the promise He made to Abraham.
I’m bound by the promises of the great I AM.
And though He spoke these words before I came upon the scene,
I’m bound by the promise of John 3: 16
It was pre-determined a long, long time ago
Before this world was fashioned—whom He did foreknow.
Then He did predestinate that whosoever will
Would be called and justified—oh, what a thrill.
I’m bound and determined to walk on streets of gold.
I’m bound and determined to talk with saints of old.
I’m bound and determined to see my savior’s face.
I’m bound by his promises—determined by his grace.
Mac Wilkey
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