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.
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