Rich our God, art Thou in mercy,
Dead in sins were we,
When Thy great love rested on us,
Sinners, dear to Thee.
Blessed path of grace that led us
From the depths of death,
To the heavenlies in Christ Jesus
Quickened by His breath.
Riches of Thy grace have brought us
To that home on high,
Riches of Thy glory make us
Thine eternal joy.
Not alone the stream that cleansed us,
Flowed from Jesus, dead,
Tides of glory now are flowing
From our living Head.
Down to us from Christ in heaven,
Those bright rivers run.
In His lowest saint and feeblest
God beholds His Son.
He with great delight is tracing
Every feature fair,
Of His Son, His well-beloved,
Throned beside Him there.
And those lines of glorious beauty
Here His eye can see,
Back to God in light reflected,
Christ revealed in me.
Gazing on the cloudless glory
Of the Lord we love, When unveiled
He fills with radiance
Those bright courts above.
Day by day a change is passing
O’er each lifted brow,
Soon to shine like Christ in glory,
Though so dimly now.
Evermore that light transforms us,
In our Father’s sight;
Not His love alone our portion,
But His full delight.
Guilty, Christ has been our shelter,
Vile, our hiding place;
Now, with naught to hide before Him,
We behold His face.
Not because of guilt, but glory,
Doth His love provide
That fair robe so well beseeming
Christ’s unspotted bride.
Fair amidst His new creation,
Formed from Him alone,
God in us His Christ beholding,
Rests, His work is done!
Wondrous riches of the glory,
Won in shame and blood,
And from heaven outpoured in fullness,
Endless love of God.