1 How matchless is our Savior's grace,
That seeks and saves our ruined race!
How wondrous God's benignant plan.
By Him to save rebellious man!
2 Long ere the Holy Child was born
Who changed our night to glorious morn,
The promise which foretold the day
Cheered sighing saints upon their way.
3 And still the promise cheers the fold
With prospects bright of joys untold,
While foes beset, on every hand,
Their pathway to the promised land.
4 And sill the lambs be spurned away
To save themselves as best they may?
Is there for these no promise given,
No means to make them heirs of heaven?
5 The promise is to them--they share
The claim to lasting treasures there:
For Jesus suffered shame and pain
To cleanse them too from every stain.
6 And where baptismal waters flow,
He comes to save from sin and woe:
May we this promise ne'er despise,
But with our children claim the prize.
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First Line: | How matchless is our Savior's grace |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Catechism: Holy Baptism |
Notes: | Author from Index: M. Loy |