The Whole Creation Was Undone

The whole cre­ation was un­done

The world in ru­ins lay

When God sent forth His on­ly Son

To suf­fer and ob­ey.

Jesus

with pity moved

for­sakes

The glo­ries of His throne

Redeems the souls He loved

and makes

His Fa­ther’s coun­sels known.

The death He died

but quick­ly rose

Majestic from the grave;

And now He tri­umphs o’er His foes

With sov­er­eign pow­er to save.

Freely He gives His pro­mised grace

To make our na­ture clean;

And clothes us with His right­eous­ness

Till not a spot is seen.

His migh­ty arm shall be our trust

His hand our wants sup­ply;

He’ll ani­mate our sleep­ing dust

And raise it up on high.

Thy prais­es

oh Im­ma­nu­el

Our lips shall spread abroad;

And in har­mo­nious ac­cents tell

The won­ders of our God.