HE served us in the past,
The blessed Son of God,
In rich, unwearied, matchless grace
This sinful earth He trod
To minister He came
To sinners, lost, undone;
Jesus on Calvary’s cursed tree
For us salvation won.
He lives to serve us now
In priestly robes arrayed,
He cleanses us from every stain
Contracted by the way
Our Advocate on High,
He pleads His precious blood,
A full and perfect sacrifice,
To satisfy our God
Again He’ll gird Himself
To serve the faithful few,
Who have through earth’s long dreary night
Kept His return in view
The waiting, watching ones,
Who through “the little while”
Have kept their garments undefiled,
Shall meet their Master’s smile.