Classic Poem

M ILBOURN Port T UNE .

Well may the saints with wonder sing,
When Christ their Lord appears;
At sight of heaven's eternal King,
In agony and tears!

When every precious tear that flows,
And each rich drop of blood,
The glory of that mercy shews
Which brings them near to God.

'Twas he that spoil'd the gloomy grave,
When, as our Head, he rose;
Christ is omnipotent to save,
And strong to break his foes.

But who can speak his wondrous love,
Or sing his boundless praise?
No harmony but that above,
An equal note can rise.

Finite with infinite combines
In Christ for sinners slain;
In HIM the God all glorious shines,
In HIM the lowly MAN .

We never shall aright proclaim,
Till we have tongues divine,
What glorious center in his name,
And from his person shine.

Yet let each soul that mercy feels
Proclaim his name aloud,
Till on the everlasting hills
We praise him as we would.