Classic Poem

It is the Father's voice that cries
Mid the deep silence of the skies:
" This, this is my beloved Son,
In Him I joy, in Him alone.

" In Him my equal see revealed,
In Him all righteousness fulfilled,
In Him, the Lamb, the victim see,
Bound, bleeding, dying on the tree.

" And can you fail to love again?
Far fairer he than sons of men!
His very name is fragrance poured,
Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, Lord!

" He died, and in his dying, proved
How much, how faithfully he loved;
At my right hand, his glories shine;
Is my beloved, sinner, thine? "

O full of glory, full of grace,
Redeemer of a ruined race,
Beloved of the Father, come,
Make in these sinful hearts a home!

Beloved of the Father, thou,
To whom the saints and angels bow;
Immanuel, Jesus, Saviour, come,
Make in these sinful hearts thy home!