Let Everlasting Glories Crown

Let ev­er­last­ing glo­ries crown

Thy head

my Sav­ior and my Lord;

Thy hands have brought sal­va­tion down

And writ the bless­ings in Thy Word.

What if we trace the globe around

And search from Bri­tain to Ja­pan

There shall be no re­li­gion found

So just to God

so safe for man.

In vain the tremb­ling con­sci­ence seeks

Some so­lid ground to rest up­on;

With long des­pair the spir­it breaks

Till we ap­ply to Christ alone.

How well Thy bless­èd truths agree!

How wise and ho­ly Thy com­mands!

Thy pro­mis­es

how firm they be!

How firm our hope and com­fort stands!

Not the feigned fields of heathen­ish bliss

Could raise such plea­sures in the mind;

Nor does the Turk­ish para­dise

Pretend to joys so well re­fined.

Should all the forms that men de­vise

Assault my faith with trea­cher­ous art

I’d call them van­ity and lies

And bind the Gos­pel to my heart.