How sweet is the story of God’s boundless love,
That brought His blest Son from the glory above,
Who died in our stead upon Calvary’s tree,
Obtaining redemption that we might be free.
Sound His praise! sound His praise!
All the work has been done,
Praise His name! praise His name!
God’s own blessèd Son;
We give Him the glory, our Saviour and Friend,
Our song is of Jesus and never will end.
How wondrous the story! the claims of the throne
Were met by the blood, which for guilt did atone;
The judgment of sin has been borne by the Son,
Who glorified God in the work He has done.
How brilliant the glory where Christ is enthroned!
How rightly His name above others is owned!
Yes, Jesus, the Saviour, the glory-crowned Lord,
Is worthy by all to be ever adored.
How blessèd the hope of all those who believe,
That Jesus is coming “His own” to receive,
What rapture! what glory! for ever will be,
When caught up to meet Him, their Saviour they see.
R.D.Edwards