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.
These treasures of God’s saving grace,
Were sought by Christ’s unsullied blood,
Elect from every tongue and race,
No longer lost in mire and mud.
Yet upright none would boast to be,
For each a wretch was early named,
Those grafted into Christ’s pure tree,
no merit of their own can claim.
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