COME, LET US SING THE MATCHLESS WORTH
1. Come, let us
sing the matchless worth,
And sweetly sound
the glories forth
Which in the
Saviour shine;
To God and Christ
our praises bring:
The song with which
high heav'n will ring,
"Praises for
grace divine,
Praises for grace
divine."
2. 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,
His saints have
ever stood.
3. 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 make His glories
known.
4. And soon the
happy day shall come
When we shall reach
our destined home
And see Him face to
face;
Then with our
Saviour, Lord, and Friend
The one unbroken
day we'll spend
In singing still
His grace,
In singing still
His grace.
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