Classic Poem

Song III

1

How great this Glory is
Nor mortal tongue can tell:
But that it far exceeds our thoughts
And words we know full well
'Tis that which Christ's own Blood
Hath purchas'd and acquir'd:
'Tis that which God will then bestow
That he may be admir'd.

2

God's ways are not like ours,
Nor are his thoughts like our:
For he will glorifie his Grace
And magnifie his Power,
Yea and his Wisdom too
By glorifying us,
And therefore Christ will make his saints
Exceeding glorious.

3

That glory must be great
And of surpassing fame
Which God bestows to get himself
An Everlasting Name.
They shall be crown'd indeed
With Glory at that day,
When as the richness of their Crown
God's Glory must display.

4

When every saint shall be
A Diamond in Christ's Crown:
They must be glorious saints indeed,
To set forth his Renown
The saints shall shine like suns
Array'd with glorious light,
That thro' their lustre Christs own Beams
May shine more clear and bright


5

O glorious rich Free-grace!
And Everlasting Love,
That God's own heart unto these thoughts
Before all time did move!
O wondrous Condescension
Of God's most gracious Son!
And matchless Love of Jesus Christ
Beyond comparison!

6

Who for our sake was pleas'd
Under a mean outside,
Under the Garment of frail Flesh
His Majesty to hide:
Who wore a Crown of Thorns,
Who shed his dearest Blood,
Who bare his Fathers Wrath for us
To purchase saving Good,

7

That he might us Redeem
From endless Misery,
And by his sufferings us advance
To Heavenly Dignity
He was content to be
Abus'd, Reproach'd and scorn'd,
That we might be advanced, crown'd,
And gloriously adorn'd.

8

That such as have deserv'd
God's vengeance for to bear
Eternally, should Royal Robes
And Crowns of Glory wear?
Saints can you think of this
And not this Grace admire?
And do not you that are no saints
To share therein desire?

9

Which is the better choice?
With Christ in Bliss to dwell,
Or for to roar eternally
Amidst the flames of Hell?
What? are you in a doubt
Which of the twain to chuse?
Well, chuse to burn, if that be best:
Chuse Hell, and Heaven refuse.

10

This were a fearful choice.
What then? Will you be wise?
Oh be so; get a part in Christ:
Him love, him seek, him prize.
Receive him with his Cross;
His Yoke with meekness bear:
And then Free-Grace will give you Crowns
Of Glory for to wear.