O BLESSED God, how great the grace,
That gave to ruin'd man a place
Of perfect peace with Thee
Made through the sufferings of Thy Son!
He, He alone, that place hath won,
Himself hath set us free.
How sweet that freedom tasted now,
Our souls with adoration bow
Before Thy throne of grace;
We gladly worship- wait to see,
The Leader of our praise to
Thee, In glory face to face.
We praise with Him in His own joy,
His praise our ransom'd souls employ,
Both here and soon above;
No less a place of praise is given,
No greater here, nor when in heaven.
We share His boundless love.
J. M. R.