S. M. Reconciliation. Raise your triumphant songs To an immortal tune; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done. Sing how eternal love Its chief Beloved chose, And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes. His hand no thunder bears, Nor terror clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. 'Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offered peace. Lord, we obey thy call; We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name. |