English poem
Christian Songs, Song LXXXI
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Come with united voices raise Your chearful songs of grateful praise; And wide proclaim the boundless grace Of Jesus, King of glory!
2 He bow'd the heavens, and came down, And left for us th' eternal throne; For all our sins he did atone, That we might share his glory!
3 He who the heav'ns and earth did make, Humbled himself ev'n for our sake; And did the human nature take; Thus vailing all his glory!
4 A man of sorrows he became, And bore for us contempt and shame, While he salvation did proclaim; And pav'd our way to glory!
5 For sinners destitute and poor, He did God's fiercest wrath endure, That he our pardon might procure, And lead us into glory!
6 On him his people's guilt was laid; For them he bow'd his gracious head; And divine justice frown'd him dead, E're we could share his glory!
7 Tho' well he knew the dreadful sum That must be paid, he said, "I come;" He shrunk not back, till all was done, To bring lost man to glory!
8 His work's compleat! nought wanting found! Here mercy flows, and knows no bound; And all his saints shall yet be crown'd, To reign with him in glory!
9 O! let us then with transport raise Our loudest songs of grateful praise; And evermore adore the grace Which freely leads to glory!