8.8.6.8.8.6. sung to Ariel 1 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 high heaven will ring, Praises for grace divine. 2 How rich the precious blood He spilt, Our ransom from the dreadful guilt Of sin against our God; How perfect is that righteousness, In which unspotted beauteous dress His saints have ever stood! 3 How rich the character He bears, And all the form of love He wears, Exalted on the throne; In songs of sweet untiring praise, We e'er would sing His perfect ways, And make His glories known. 4 And soon the happy day shall come, When we shall reach our destined home, And see Him face to face; Then with our Saviour, Lord and Friend, The one unbroken day we'll spend In singing still His grace. | Alternative tunes (8.8.6.8.8.6.)
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