Who can wor­thi­ly com­mend
Thy love un­search­able?
Love which made Thee con­des­cend
Our curse and death to feel!
Thou, the one eter­nal God,
Who didst Thy­self our ran­som pay,
Hast with Thy own pre­cious blood,
Washed all our sins away.

By the Spir­it of our Head
Anointed priests and kings,
Conquerors of the world we tread
On all ter­res­tri­al things,
Sit in hea­venl­y plac­es down,
While yet we in the flesh re­main,
Now, par­tak­ers of Thy throne,
Before Thy Fa­ther reign.

In Thy mem­bers here be­neath
The In­ter­cess­or prays;
Here we in Thy Spir­it breathe
The quin­tes­sence of praise;
Offer up our all to God,
And God be­holds, with gra­cious eyes,
First the pur­chase of Thy blood,
And then our sac­ri­fice.

Jesus, let Thy king­dom come,
Inspired by Thee, we pray;
Previous to the ge­ner­al doom,
The ev­er­last­ing day!
Take pos­sess­ion of Thine own;
And let us then our Sav­ior see
Glorious on Thy heav’n­ly throne,
Thro’ all eter­ni­ty.