JESUS left the throne on high,
Came to suffer here and die—
Came to where in death we lay,
Thus our fearful debt to pay;
Now that blessed work is done.
God hath glorified His Son.
Now the Father's boundless love
Flows unhindered from above—
Flows, in streams of richest grace,
Forth to earth's most distant place,
Bringing life and peace to all
Who upon the Savior call.
Now the door stands open wide,
Christ is forming here His bride;
One by one we hear His voice,
And in His deep love rejoice;
One by one we take our place
In the circle of His grace.
Soon the Master will arise,
And take hence his blood-bought prize;
Such as now on Him believe
Shall His glory then receive;
Such as now refuse His call,
On their head must judgment fall.
G. W. F.