Jesus comes with all his grace,
Comes to save a fallen race:
Object of our glorious hope,
Jesus comes to lift us up.
Let the living stones cry out;
Let the seed of Abraham shout;
Praise we all our lowly King,
Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing.
He has our salvation wrought,
He our captive souls has bought,
He has reconciled to God,
He has washed us in his blood.
We are now his lawful right,
Walk as children of the light;
We shall soon obtain the grace,
Pure in heart, to see his face.
We shall gain our calling's prize;
After God we all shall rise,
Filled with joy, and love, and peace,
Perfected in holiness.