Issue 4, January 2008

To Thee alone, O Lord, be the glory
To Thee glory, honor, and praise.
How to me; lost, ruined, sinful me
You’ve shown love, mercy, favor and grace
All infinite, everlasting, unconditional, free,
Oh, how strange! How inscrutable thy sacrifice.

Thinking on Thee: beaten, bruised, gory,
And thy sweet, compassionate, unselfish ways,
How you died for me; low, unworthy sinful me,
A sinner by heritage, practice, choice.
Oh, atonement! Propitiation, redemption, all free.
Oh, how awesome! How mystical…thy sacrifice.

Often I’ll tell my children the story,
Of thy gracious, eternal, immutable ways,
How salvation came, most of all, to me;
Forgiving my sin—Oh, what hope! What rest! What bliss!
Oh, salvation unearned, unsought, unmerited, free,
Oh how splendrous! How mysterious thy sacrifice.

Still I’ll sing: old decrepit, hoary,
And thy deep, unsearchable, miraculous ways.
How weak, redeemed, still sinning—sinful me,
Received repentance, pardon, access and peace.
Oh, justification! Sanctification, righteousness, all free,
Oh, how grand! How beautious thy sacrifice!

To Thee alone, Oh, Lord, all the glory,
To Thee all glory, honor, and praise.
For saving me; poor, wretched, sinful me.
And all the elect, purchased of thy cross.
Oh glorification! Boundless wonders! Joys, free, all free,
Oh how great! How glorious, …thy sacrifice!