COME, let us sing the glorious worth.
Of God’s beloved Son;
How He doth save from first to last
Those He from death hath won.
He saveth to the uttermost
Those brought by Him to God;
He never leaves nor e’er forsakes
The purchase of His blood.
They wander oft from Him they love,
They often turn aside;
They grieve His Spirit, and forget
His words, “In me abide.”
But oh! His heart, so full of love,
Still yearneth o’er His own;
Still longeth with intense desire
For those by God foreknown.
Before the heavens or earth were made
His saints were His delight;
The Father chose the Church in Him
In yonder realms of light.
Beguiled by Satan when they fell,
He undertook their case;
Yes, Jesus left His throne above
And took His people’s place.
His Father hid His face from Him
In that unequaled hour;
Forsaken by His God, He was
The mark for Satan’s power.
‘Tis past, Jesus will die no more,
He sits enthroned on high,
Exalted by the Father’s hand
In brightest majesty,
He hath by that one offering
On Calvary’s cursed tree,
For ever fully perfected
And set His people free.
Their great High Priest and Advocate
Passed through the heavens above;
He ever lives to intercede
For those whom He doth love.
What doth His blood-bought saints concern
He surely will complete,
And they shall reach the home for which
His blood hath made them meet.
With what exceeding, wondrous joy
To Him and to His own,
He will present them in that day
Faultless before God’s throne.
What rapture then shall fill each heart
When they shall fully know
The heights and depths of love divine,
The love that blessed them so.
To Father, Son, and ‘Holy Ghost,
The glorious Trinity,
Be glory, honor, praise, and power
Throughout eternity.
M. S. S.