196. Come Let Us Sing the Matchless Worth

8,8,6, bis.
by S. Medley
1
Come let us sing the matchless worth,
 
And sweetly sound the glories forth
 
Which in the Savior shine:
 
To God and Christ our praises bring:
 
The song with which high heaven will ring,
 
"Praises for grace divine."
2
How rich the precious blood He spilt,
 
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
 
Of sin against our God;
 
How perfect is the righteousness,
 
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
 
His saints have ever stood!
3
How rich the character He bears,
 
And all the form of love He wears,
 
Exalted on the throne;
 
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
 
We e’er would sing His perfect ways,
 
And make His glories known.
4
And soon the happy day shall come,
 
When we shall reach our destined home,
 
And see Him face to face;
 
Then with our Savior, Lord and Friend,
 
The one unbroken day we’ll spend
 
In singing still His grace.
“Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.” (1 John 3:2)
“And they shall see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.” (Revelation 22:4)
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