COME, LET US SING THE MATCHLESS WORTH

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 the heavens ring,
Now let us gladly join.

How rich the precious blood He spilt,
Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin against our God.
How perfect is His righteousness,
In which unspotted beauteous dress
His saints have always stood.

Great are the offices He bears,
And bright His character appears,
Exalted on the throne;
In songs of sweet untiring praise,
We would, to everlasting days,
Make all His glories known.

And soon the happy day shall come
When we shall reach our destined home
And see Him face to face;
Then with our Saviour, Master, Friend,
The glad eternity we'll spend,
And celebrate His grace.