Christians! The Glorious Hope Ye Know

Christians! the glo­ri­ous hope ye know

Which soothes the heart in ev­ery woe

While hea­thens help­less

hope­less lie:

No ray of glo­ry meets their eye.

O give to their de­sir­ing sight

The hope that Je­sus brought to light.

Christians! ye taste the heav’n­ly grace

Which cheers be­liev­ers in their race.

Uncheered by grace

through hea­then gloom

See mill­ions hast­en­ing to the tomb.

To hea­then lands that grace con­vey

Which trains the soul for end­less day.

Christians! ye prize the Sav­ior’s blood

In which the soul is cleansed for God.

Millions of souls in dark­ness dwell

With none a Sav­ior’s love to tell.

O strive

that hea­thens soon may view

That pre­cious blood which cleans­eth you!