O fellow-heir of glory, come
And think upon His love
Who left His bright supernal home-
Those stainless courts above.

Angelic hosts His servants were,
They worshiped at His throne;
All worlds to Him their homage paid-
He ruled in every zone.

Thus boundless glory crowned His brow,
And yet He left it all
To be a lone, a sorrowing Man
In scenes of sin and thrall.

Unbending Justice held us fast
And sternly pressed its claim;
Its iron law proclaimed our doom,
Unsheathed its sword of flame.

But HE came forth, and dauntless stood
Our Surety to be;
That flaming sword was sheathed in Him,
And Justice counts us free.

In freedom set-forever free!
All praise to Him who died !
He's made us heirs-co-heirs with Him-
The Throned, the Glorified!

O fellow-saint, rejoice and sing-
Sing of His matchless grace,
Who from His home in glory came
And suffered in our place.

Unceasing praise our hearts should move
For love so deep and strong;
Our lives should be one joyous day,
One burst of praise and song!

But oft, alas, our bosom-fires
Have little warmth and glow,
This we deplore and sadly mourn,
Since He has loved us so.
But soon, unshackled, we shall rise
To breathe our native air:
Untrammeled then by things of time,
We'll praise Him fully there.

C. C. Crowston