“According as He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love.”
Ephesians 1:4 (D.L.M. Merthyr Tydfil or Peterborough)
O glorious Majesty on high,
Eternal splendour is Thy dress,
Where seraphims for ever fly,
With songs of sweetest holiness.
Beyond the confines of our mind,
In realms outreaching human sight,
In perfect blessedness we find,
By faith, Thy glorious image bright.
The joy of truth shines in Thy face,
Of sovereign grace and mercy’s smile;
And in the bosom of Thy grace
Election cradled without guile.
Thy perfect will becomes our joy
When we have seen Thy heart of love;
Our eager lips we now employ
To sing the praise of God above.
Thy perfect plan for all Thine own
Is born in every chosen heart;
Forbid it then that we should roam,
Or ever seek from Thee to part.
To Thee predestined to conform,
And bear Thine image in our lives,
With glorious gown and shining crown,
And all this from Thy grace derives!
Who brings this grace unto the dead,
With quickening life and serious call?
It is the Saviour who has led
A host of souls since Adam’s fall.
With costly merit, pardon pure,
He has redeemed His chosen flock;
The faith He gives will now endure,
And stand for ever on this Rock.
