How great the love He lavished,
How beautiful His grief,
As with His blood He purchased,
Our hearts to kneel before His feet.
How He shall come with glory,
His voice to rend the clouds,
How He shall clutch the faithful,
And at His bosom bestow crowns.
And how my face shall flood with tears,
As perfect love drowns out my fears,
Then there before the blazing Son,
At last we shall be one.
How He will tread the winepress,
Injustice ‘neath His feet,
Then as He stands in triumph,
He up will beckon all the meek.
So ’til the day when you return,
And clasp me tender in your palm,
Forgive my heart and make me burn,
To have You call me friend,
To have You call me friend.
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