Raise glad the song! for we can tell
How sovereign grace dissolved the spell
That kept us bound in chains;
And from that dear and happy day,
How oft constrained by grace to say
That Grace triumphant reigns!
Yes! though we've strayed like saints of old,
Grace has restored us to the fold
As captives in its chains;
Thus, saved by grace, we'd gladly sing,
Till all the earth and heavens ring
With Grace triumphant reigns!
Grace still—till all redeemed by blood
Are taught to know themselves and God—
Its empire shall maintain;
To spoil the mighty of the prey,
To set the captive exile free,
Shall Grace triumphant reign.
Then called to meet the church's Head,
The Saviour's grace shall banish dread,
His love our souls sustain;
And, as we rise to endless day,
We'll raise the voice and boldly say,
Grace doth triumphant reign!