Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb !"

God who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There's no change in Him above.

Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood;
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answer'd with His blood.

In the refuge God provided,
Tho' the world's destruction lowers,
We are safe-to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.

And ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This is the never-tiring story,
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain !"

8,7.           Mary Bowley