Beggars in their blindness,
Men of every ill,
Find His loving-kindness
Draws them nearer still.
Power of curse possessing,
Power of life and death;
Yet for man ‘twas blessing
To His latest breath.
Brightness of God’s glory,
Yet for man made sin;
He would tell love’s story
Hearts like ours to win.
Sing, for He’s returning—
We shall with Him reign!
Sing, with full hearts burning,
That He comes again!