The Day of Christ, the Day of God

The day of Christ

the day of God

We hum­bly hope with joy to see

Washed in the sanc­ti­fy­ing blood

Of an ex­pir­ing De­ity.

Who did for us His life re­sign

There is no oth­er God but One

For all the ple­ni­tude di­vine

Resides in the in­car­nate Son.

Spotless

sin­cere

with­out of­fense

O may we to His day re­main

Who trust the blood of God to cleanse

Our souls from ev­ery sin­ful stain.

Lord

we be­lieve the pro­mise sure:

The pur­chased Com­fort­er im­part

Apply Thy blood to make us pure

To keep us pure in life and heart.

Then let us see that day su­preme

When none the God­head shall de­ny

Thy sov­er­eign ma­jes­ty blas­pheme

Or count Thee less than the Most High.

When all who Thee their God be­lieve

Who here Thy last ap­pear­ing love

Shall Thy con­sum­mate joy re­ceive

And see Thy glo­ri­ous face ab­ove.