Stupendous Mystery of Grace

Stupendous mys­te­ry of grace!

Shall one of Ad­am’s sin­ful race

Shall I

the sin­ner’s chief

sit down

With God

and His eter­nal Son

And shine like Je­sus glo­ri­fied

Triumphant at my Sav­ior’s side!

Then let me meet my three-fold foe

And con­quer­ing on to con­quer go

Armed with His sword

and mind

and name

Who hell

the world

and sin o’er­came

And get the fi­nal vic­to­ry

And die for Him

who died for me.

O Thou who hast the vic­to­ry won

Regard me from Thy Fa­ther’s throne

Regard my faith (which is not mine)

My hum­ble con­fi­dence di­vine

That Thou wilt all my foes sub­due

And bring me more than con­quer­or thro’.

Full of the pure im­mor­tal hope

I fill Thine af­ter suf­fer­ings up

Conformed to an ex­pir­ing God

I strive

re­sist­ing un­to blood

And mount­ing on Thy cross di­vine

To share Thy throne ab­ove the skies.