16. Many Sons to Glory Bringing
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by M. Bowley
Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"
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.
Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood;
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.
“Who shall lay any thing to the charge of God's elect? It is God that justifieth.” (Romans 8:33)
In the refuge God provided,
Though the world’s destruction lowers,
We are safe — to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.
“For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.” (1 Thessalonians 5:3)
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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