To us whom sin had made uncouth,
Leprous, and dumb, and deaf, and blind,
Whom Satan could bewitch,
A man has come in grace and truth
To spread His blessing to mankind:
Through Him we are made rich.
He walked in constant consciousness
That if He was to make us free,
Atone, redeem, and save
He must endure man’s callousness,
Face God’s full wrath upon the tree,
And lie within the grave.
Risen He showed unchanging grace,
With shepherding and tender care
For those who were His own:
And God has given Him a place
At His right hand, where He will share
The glories of the throne.
The Holy Spirit, Paraclete,
Absorbs us with the heavenly Man
And things that are above;
Until His workings are complete
As linked with heavenly realms He can
Bring tokens of Christ’s love.
Praise God who helps us to behold
The moral glories of the Lord
To make the bitter sweet!
Praise God who forms the city’s gold
And draws our hearts with one accord
Till all things are complete!