Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace

Verse 1

Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace, That calls base worms thy own; Gives them among thy saints a place, To make thy glories known.

Verse 2

Allied to thee our vital head, We act, and grow, and thrive: From thee divided, each is dead, When most he seems alive.

Verse 3

Thy saints on earth, and those above, All join in sweet accord; One body all in mutual love, And thou, their common Lord.

Verse 4

O may our faith each hour receive The spirit from above, Thus death and hell shall ne'er deceive, Nor break the bond of love.

Verse 5

Thou the whole body wilt present Before thy Father's face; Now shall a wrinkle, or a spot, Its beauteous form disgrace.