Stupendous Grace!

Stupendous grace! and can it be

Designed for re­bels such as we?

O let our ar­dent prais­es rise

High as our hopes be­yond the skies!

This flesh

by right­eous ven­geance slain

Might ev­er in the dust re­main:

There guil­ty spir­its sent to dwell

Midst all the flames and fiends of hell.

But lo! In­car­nate Love des­cends;

Down to the se­pul­cher it bends;

Rising

it tears the bars away

And springs to its own na­tive day.

Then was our se­pul­cher un­barred

Then was our path to glo­ry cleared;

Then

if that Sav­ior be our own

Did we as­cend a heav’n­ly throne.

A mo­ment shall our joy com­plete

And fix us in that shin­ing seat

Bought by the pangs our Lord en­dured

And by un­chang­ing truth se­cured.

O may that love

in strains sub­lime

Be sung to the last hour of time!

And let eter­ni­ty con­fess

Through all its rounds

the match­less grace.