Glory to God, Whose Sovereign Grace

Glory to God

whose sov­er­eign grace

Hath ani­mat­ed sense­less stones;

Called us to stand be­fore His face

And raised us in­to Ab­ra­ham’s sons!

The peo­ple that in dark­ness lay

In sin and er­ror’s dead­ly shade

Have seen a glo­ri­ous Gos­pel day

In Je­sus’ love­ly face dis­played.

Thou on­ly

Lord

the work hast done

And bared Thine arm in all our sight;

Hast made the rep­ro­bates Thine own

And claimed the out­casts as Thy right.

Thy sin­gle arm

al­migh­ty Lord

To us the great sal­va­tion brought

Thy Word

Thy all-cre­at­ing Word

That spake at first the world from naught.

For this the saints lift up their voice

And cease­less praise to Thee is giv’n;

For this the hosts ab­ove re­joice

We raise the hap­pi­ness of Heav’n.

For this

no long­er sons of night

To Thee our thank­ful hearts we give;

To Thee

who called us in­to light

To Thee we die

to Thee we live.

Suffice that for the sea­son past

Hell’s hor­rid lang­uage filled our tongues

We all Thy words be­hind us cast

And lewd­ly sang the drunk­ard’s songs.

But

O the pow­er of grace di­vine!

In hymns we now our voic­es raise

Loudly in strange ho­san­nas join

And blas­phe­mies are turned to praise!