We thank Thee for the blood,
The blood of Christ, Thy Son,
The blood by which our peace is made,
Our victory is won;
Great victory o'er Hell and sin, and woe,
That needs no second fight and leaves no second foe.
We thank Thee for the grace
Descending from above,
That overflows our widest guilt,
Th' eternal Father's love,
Love of the Father's everlasting Son,
Love of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three in One.
We thank Thee for the hope,
So glad, and sure, and clear;
It holds the drooping spirit up
Till the long dawn appear;
Fair hope! with what a sunshine does it cheer
Our roughest path on earth, our dreariest desert here!
We thank Thee for the crown
Of glory and of life;
'Tis no poor, withering wreath of earth,
Man's prize in mortal strife;
'Tis incorruptible as is the throne,
The Kingdom of our God and His incarnate Son.
Haratius Bonar
October, 1993 "The Gospel Standard"
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