See, Lord, the Purchase of Thy Death

See

Lord

the pur­chase of Thy death

Thy lit­tle fee­ble flock

Gather

and keep our souls be­neath

The sha­dow of their Rock.

Thy few re­turn­ing sheep be­hold

By wolves en­com­passed round

And let us nev­er leave the fold

But still in Thee be found.

Regard the num­ber of our foes

Their sub­tle­ty and might

Arise

and stop the way of those

Who ’gainst Thy peo­ple fight.

O help of ev­ery help­less soul

Show forth Thy sav­ing grace

The fierce­ness of vain man con­trol

Or turn it to Thy praise.

Thou know’st for Thy dear sake alone

We dai­ly suf­fer shame

Because we dare our Mas­ter own

And tri­umph in Thy name.

Thee

Lord

be­fore Thy foes we dare

In word and deed con­fess

Rejoice Thy hal­lowed cross to bear

And live Thy wit­ness­es.

Witnesses of th’aton­ing blood

Which did for sin­ners flow

And brought a guil­ty world to God

And sprin­kled all below.

That blood we felt through faith ap­plied

And know our sins for­giv­en

And tell man­kind the pur­ple tide

Would waft them all to Heav­en.

For this we reck­on all things loss

Till Christ the Judge comes down

To hon­or fol­low­ers of His cross

And bid them wear His crown.

He tells us He will quick­ly come

His say­ing we re­ceive

And we shall all be tak­en home

And in His king­dom live.

Us

who be­fore the sons of men

Were bold our Lord to own

He will

He will ac­know­ledge them

Before His Fa­ther’s throne.

He (while the glo­ri­ous an­gels stand

Astonished at the grace)

Shall place us all at His right hand

And speak His serv­ants’ praise.

These (if our hearts may now con­ceive

What God in Heav­en shall say)

These were the souls who dared be­lieve

Who dared My Word ob­ey.

Me for their dear re­deem­ing Lord

They nev­er blushed to own

But held My name

and kept My Word

And lived to Me alone.

A pro­verb of re­proach be­low

They suf­fered for My sake

Rejoiced My dai­ly cross to know

My por­tion to par­take.

On earth they lived My wit­ness­es

My wit­ness­es they died

And now I for My own con­fess

And speak them glo­ri­fied.

Come then to Heav­en

your na­tive home

Be num­bered with the blest

My Fa­ther’s hap­py child­ren

come

And on My bo­som rest.

The king­dom take for all pre­pared

That should in Me abide;

Now

I am now

thy great re­ward

Who in My faith hast died.

My good and faith­ful serv­ant thee

I op­en­ly ap­prove

Possess thy lot

en­throned with Me

In all the pomp of love.

The mead of all thy la­bors this

This star­ry dia­dem wear

Enter in­to thy Mas­ter’s bliss

And reign for ev­er there.