A Song Of Praise

Oh the grace of Christ my Saviour,
Far above all earthly ken,
Leaving His eternal glory
To redeem poor fallen men!

Can it be for me so wretched,
That He came to bleed and die;
That for me He now is pleading
E'en at God's right hand on high ?

Yes, the message reads so clearly,
Sinners Jesus came to save:
On the cross He made atonement,
There His precious blood He gave.

All my sins were laid upon Him,
Jesus bore them, every one;
From the dead His Father raised Him,
Now He sits upon the throne.

Soon He'll come for me,
His purchase (Ransomed trophy of His grace!):
I shall then behold His glory,
I shall see Him face to face!

Let me then, in my weak measure,
Live to praise Thee, Lord, below,
Till I reach the many mansions
Where eternal praises flow.

F. A. E.