258. Many Sons to Glory Bringing

8.7.8.7.
by Mary Bowley
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Many sons to glory bringing,
 
God sets forth His heavenly name;
 
On we march, in chorus singing,
 
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"
2
God, who gave the blood to screen us,
 
God looks down in perfect love;
 
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
 
There’s no change in Him above.
3
Though the restless foe accuses,
 
Sins recounting like a flood,
 
Every charge our God refuses:
 
Christ has answered with His blood.
4
In the refuge God provided,
 
Though the world’s destruction lowers,
 
We are safe — to Christ confided,
 
Everlasting life is ours.
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And, ere long, when come to glory,
 
We shall sing a well-known strain,
 
This — the never-tiring story — 
 
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"
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