Glorified

Sovereign Lord and gracious Master,
Thou didst freely choose Thine own,
Thou hast called with mighty calling,
Thou wilt save, and keep from falling !
Thine the glory, Thine alone !
Yet Thy hand shall crown in heaven
All the grace Thy love hath given ;
Just, though undeserved, reward
From our glorious, gracious Lord.

From the martyr and apostle
To the sainted baby boy, •
Every consecrated chalice
In the King of Glory's palace
Overflows with holy joy.
Sovereign choice of gift and dower,
Differing honour, differing power, —
Yet are all alike in this,
Perfect love and perfect bliss.

In those heavenly constellations,
Lo ! what differing glories meet ;
Stars of radiance soft and tender,
Stars of full and dazzling splendour,
All in God's own light complete ;
Brightest they whose holy feet,
Faithful to His service sweet,
Nearest to their Master trod,
Winning wandering souls to God.

Oh the rapture of that vision !
(Every earthly passion o'er),
Our Redeemer's coronation,
And the blissful exaltation
Of the dear ones gone before.
Grace that shone for Christ below
Changed to glory we shall know ;
And before His unveiled face
Sing the glory of His grace.