English poem
Christian Songs, Song XLII
by John Glas (1809–1894)
Now, thron'd on high, the humbled man O'er wide creation reigns: That face, once dark with grief, now bright With heav'nly glory shines.
2 He's now most blest at God's right hand, And crown'd as God's own Son; Determin'd King by God's sure oath; Sure pledge his work is done.
3 Sent, by thy high command, he came, And in the guilty's place, Fulfill'd thy law, and bore thy wrath: O God! how rich thy grace!
4 How far above the ways of man, O Lord, thy grand design! To clothe the guilty sons of men, With righteousness divine!
5 O! what but endless life and joy Such worth was meet to crown:— Away with ev'ry idol false; This screens us from thy frown.
6 This ample shade can hide us from The fury of thine ire; When all the foes to this shall be Consum'd with flaming fire.
7 No more let want of righteousness Our guilty soul oppress: The righteous work of Christ's enough To banish our distress.
8 O never let us grudge to stand Indebted to this grace, Which can direct our wand'ring steps Into thy holy place.