Revelation 3: on

Revelation v. Q—12.
Thou hast dearly bought Thine own,
Laid the precious ransom down,
Given by Thy Father's grace,
Slain for all our helpless race.

We who in Thy death confide,
Conscious of Thy blood applied,
Now the gospel-blessing prove,
Fruit of Thy redeeming love,
Daily find in serving Thee,
Love is perfect liberty.
By the Spirit of Thy grace
Thy distinguish'd witnesses,
Out of all the worldly throng,
Every nation, tribe, and tongue,
Call'd, and separated for Thine,
Now we in Thine image shine.

Thou hast by Thy hallowing blood
Consecrated us to God,
And we in the holiest place,
Offer up our prayer and praise,
Ceaseless Abba Father cry,
Kings and priests of the Most-High.
Mightier joys ordain'd to know,
When Thou com'st to reign below,
We shall at Thy side sit down,
Partners of. Thy great white throne,
Kings a thousand years with Thee,
Kings through all eternity.