"Unto Him who loved us"-
Here's where work begins;
Unto Him who washed us
From our guilt and sins;
Washed us in His precious blood,
All to bring us back to God.

This our song triumphant
For the little while That with Him we labor,
Cheered by His blest smile.
Loved and cleansed, and fit to be
With Him for eternity.

When our work is ended,
Still the same sweet song,
"Unto Him who loved us,"
Midst the heavenly throng;
Glory be to Him alone,
His the praise, and His the Throne.

H. McD