Who Can Worthily Commend?

Who can wor­thi­ly com­mend

Thy love un­search­able?

Love which made Thee con­des­cend

Our curse and death to feel!

Thou

the one eter­nal God

Who didst Thy­self our ran­som pay

Hast with Thy own pre­cious blood

Washed all our sins away.

By the Spir­it of our Head

Anointed priests and kings

Conquerors of the world we tread

On all ter­res­tri­al things

Sit in heav­enl­y plac­es down

While yet we in the flesh re­main

Now

par­tak­ers of Thy throne

Before Thy Fa­ther reign.

In Thy mem­bers here be­neath

The In­ter­cess­or prays;

Here we in Thy Spir­it breathe

The quin­tes­sence of praise;

Offer up our all to God

And God be­holds

with gra­cious eyes

First the pur­chase of Thy blood

And then our sac­ri­fice.

Jesus

let Thy king­dom come

Inspired by Thee

we pray;

Previous to the ge­ner­al doom

The ev­er­last­ing day!

Take pos­sess­ion of Thine own;

And let us then our Sav­ior see

Glorious on Thy heav’n­ly throne

Thro’ all eter­ni­ty.