O blessed God, how great the grace,
That gave to ruined 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 ransomed 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.