1 COME, let us sing the matchless worth
And sweetly sound the glories forth
Which in the Saviour shine:
To God and Christ our praises bring,
The song with which high heaven will ring,
Praises for grace divine.
2 How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God;
How perfect is that righteousness,
In which unspotted beauteous dress
His saints have ever stood!
3 How rich the character He bears,
And all the form of love He wears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet untiring praise,
We e'er would sing His perfect ways,
And make His glories known.
4 And soon the happy day shall come,
When we shall reach our destined home,
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend,
The one unbroken day we'll spend
In singing still His grace.