“Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect?”
Romans 8:33 (D.C.M. St. Matthew)
We stand before the Judge of time,
His throne a place of fear;
And gaze upon the King sublime,
With trembling hearts draw near.
But none can charge the elect of Christ
With lies and wickedness,
There richly robed, surpassing price,
Imputed righteousness.
Secure the bonds of blessedness
On Calvary wrought with love;
No famine, sword or nakedness,
Can make our faith remove.
For who can separate the saint
When links are forged by Him,
Who chose His path without complaint,
And bore the weight of sin?
No space beyond, no scheme or plan,
No circumstance can change;
For present, past and future span
Are in His sovereign range.
His grace persuades and tells my heart,
That conqueror I shall be;
From sin and death and judgement’s dart,
Secure eternally.
The love of Christ is vast and deep,
No measurement can tell;
His sacrifice our death-like sleep
Will evermore dispel.
If we are killed or we are torn
With persecution’s hate,
We never, never are forlorn –
We are regenerate.
Predestined from the depths divine,
Deep in the will of God;
Displayed in time, of David’s line,
This earth a Saviour trod.
He bled and died for sin and shame,
And rose to justify;
His majesty is all our fame,
Our Christ we glorify.
