“For the grace of God which carries with it salvation for all men has appeared, teaching us that, having denied impiety and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, and justly, and piously in the present course of things, awaiting the blessed hope and appearing of the glory of our great God and Saviour Jesus Christ; who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all lawlessness, and purify to himself a peculiar people, zealous for good works.” (Titus 2: 11-14)
Jesus our Lord, of Thee, the King,
Our song shall ever be;
Our tribute now we gladly bring
To offer unto Thee.
Thine hand hath ope’d these lips, once dumb,
To sound Thy praise abroad;
To sing of Thee whilst travelling home
Along the barren road.
Men sing aloud the praise of man,
The creature of a day,
Whose little life is as a span,
Whose glory fades away.
Of Thee our song, God’s blessèd Son,
In Thee we make our boast –
Th’ eternal, changeless, blessèd One,
Theme of the ransomed host.
Creation’s work in every land,
Adorned and beautified,
Is marred by man’s ungrateful hand,
Where Thou wast crucified.
This makes the earth, bright though it seem,
A desert waste to us;
No home can we the place esteem
Which served our Saviour thus.
Lord Jesus, here we wait for Thee,
And as we wait we sing.
E’en now the Morning Star we see
Of earth’s rejected King.
Ours then the nobler song to raise,
Before Thine own blest face,
And find unceasing joy in praise
To Thee in that bright place.