Survey this gathered Church of God,
The fruits of His unfailing word,
See Abraham’s bless’d offspring called,
To share in promise and reward.
Yet upright they’d not boast to be,
For each a wretch was early-named,
Those grafted into Christ’s pure tree,
No merit of their own can claim.
Yon treasures of God’s saving grace
Were sought by Christ’s unsullied blood,
Elect from every tongue and race,
No longer slaves to mire and mud.
Though judgment-bound the world remain,
God’s sov’reign justice would not fail,
Since none deserved Christ’s body slain,
God’s sov’reign mercy yet prevails.
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