He came in love, He came in grace,
Toward Calvary He set His face,
And on the tree,
In love for me,
He took my place!
Oh love divine, oh love supreme,
That He should thus my soul redeem
From death and hell!
This love doth set my soul aflame;
I praise, I praise His peerless name,
And shall His glories tell.

He'll come again, some happy day,
And I shall soar with Him away
From earth's chill night
To scenes of light,
With Him to stay!
While boundless ages sweep along,
I'll praise His name in tireless song
Around the throne:
Like mighty thunders through the skies,
Oh what a burst of praise shall rise
From all His own!

Beyond that bright and rapturous hour,
He'll come again in regal power
To hush earth's groan,
Assume His throne-
Be Israel's mighty tower!
He'll thrust the prince of darkness down,
He'll rule the earth, He'll wear the crown,
He'll hold almighty sway:
We long, O Lord, that age to see,
When all creation shall to Thee
Its homage pay.

C. C. Crowston