Come let us sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Savior shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring:
The song with which high heaven will ring,
"Praises for grace divine."

How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is the righteousness,
In which unspotted, beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!

How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet, untiring praise,
We e’er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.

And soon the happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Savior, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we’ll spend
In singing still His grace.

Henceforward, till the Lord shall come
To take His whole redeemed home,
(With Him for ever then);
The Lord send blessings from above,
The Father’s, Son’s, and Spirit’s love,
Be with us all. Amen.

From various cares our hearts retire,
Though deep and boundless their desire,
We’ve now to please but One;
Him, before whom each knee shall bow,
With Him is all our business now,
And those that are His own.

With these our happy lot is cast,
Through the world’s desert’s rude and waste,
Or through its gardens fair;
Whether the storms of trouble sweep,
Or all in dead supineness sleep,
T’ advance be all our care.

O Lord, the way, the truth, the life!
Henceforth let sorrow, doubt, and strife
Drop off like autumn leaves!
Henceforth, as privileged by Thee,
Simple and undistracted be
Our souls, which to Thee cleave.

Let us our feebleness recline
On that eternal love of Thine,
And human thoughts forget;
Childlike attend what Thou wilt say,
Go forth and serve Thee while ’tis day,
Nor leave our sweet retreat.

To wait for that important day,
When Christ His glorious power’ll display,
Be this our one great care:
To do His will, our business here;
No toil to shun, no danger fear;
Resolved our cross to bear.

And though He should prolong His stay,
And sinners mock at the delay,
His people need not fear;
The Man who wore the crown of thorns,
Whose claim the world rejects and scorns,
In glory will appear.

In patience, then, we now may rest
(Assured the Father’s time is best),
And all His word obey:
We wait till that blest day shall come
When Jesus will convey us home,
And all His power display.

O joyful day! O glorious hour!
When Jesus, by almighty power,
Revived and left the grave;
In all His works behold Him great,
Before, almighty to create,
Almighty now to save!

The First-begotten from the dead,
He’s risen now, His people’s Head,
And thus their life’s secure;
And if, like Him, they yield their breath,
Like Him they’ll burst the bonds of death,
Their resurrection sure.

Why should His people, then, be sad?
None have such reason to glad
As those redeemed to God;
Jesus, the mighty Savior, lives,
To them eternal life He gives,
The purchase of His blood.

Then let our gladsome praise resound,
And let us in His work abound,
Whose blessed name is Love;
We’re sure our labor’s not in vain,
For we with Him ere long shall reign–
With Jesus dwell above.