Lord of Glory, Who Hast Bought Us

Lord of Glo­ry

who hast bought us

With Thy life­blood as the price

Never grudg­ing for the lost ones

That tre­men­dous sac­ri­fice;

And with that hast free­ly giv­en

Blessings count­less as the sand

To the un­thank­ful and the ev­il

With Thine own un­spar­ing hand.

Grant us hearts

dear Lord

to yield Thee

Gladly

free­ly

of Thine own.

With the sun­shine of Thy good­ness

Melt our thank­less hearts of stone.

Till our cold and self­ish natures

Warmed by Thee

at length be­lieve

That more hap­py and more bless­èd

’Tis to give than to re­ceive.

Wondrous hon­or hast Thou giv­en

To our hum­blest char­ity.

In Thine own mys­te­ri­ous sen­tence

Ye have done it un­to Me.

Can it be

O gra­cious Mas­ter

Thou dost deign for alms to sue

Saying by Thy poor and needy

Give as I have giv­en you?

Yes: the sor­row and the suf­fer­ing

Which on ev­ery hand we see

Channels are for tithes and of­fer­ings

Due by so­lemn right to Thee;

Right of which we may not rob Thee

Debt we may not choose but pay

Lest that face of love and pi­ty

Turn from us an­oth­er day.

Lord of Glo­ry

who hast bought us

With Thy life­blood as the price

Never grudg­ing for the lost ones

That tre­men­dous sac­ri­fice;

Give us faith

to trust Thee bold­ly;

Hope

to stay our souls on Thee;

But O

best of all Thy grac­es

Give us Thine own char­ity.