By:
Burnham
Narrator:
Luther Loucks et. al.
Come, saints, your grateful voices raise,
For grace's boundless store;
Dwell on the Lamb's unchanging love,
And praise Him evermore.
His mercy who our ransom paid,
And all our sorrows bore,
Sing with a note of loftiest joy,
And praise Him evermore.
Soon the redeeming Lord shall come
For us whose sins He bore,
To see the glories of the Lamb,
And praise Him evermore.
Then endless praise our lips shall move,
And joy our spirits fill;
The objects of His love divine,
Oh who that joy can tell?