Classic Poem

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Before the Lord of glory bend,
Ye humble saints, and own his pow'r,
Wide as his righteous laws extend
Let all that hear his name adore.

His will is law — his laws are just,
Let all the creatures in him trust.
Salvation's blissful river rolls
Directed by his will alone;
And all the rights of ransom'd souls
Are charter'd from th' eternal throne.
From this immortal Fountain springs
The grace which makes us priests and kings.

Electing grace, and dying love,
Join'd with eternal right and pow'r,
Have brought down glory from above;
And up to glory's blissful shore,
Are bound to raise the chosen race,
And prove salvation is by grace.

Then let us glory in the Lord,
And look for strength to him alone;
For all who trust his faithful word,
Shall sing his honours round the throne;
To his great name ascribe the praise,
And shout, Salvation is by grace.