Songs

Come, let us sing the matchless worth

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1	Come, let us sing the matchless worth
	And sweetly sound the glories forth
	Which in the Saviour shine:
	To God and Christ our praises bring,
	The song with which high heaven will ring,
	Now let us gladly join.

2	How rich the precious blood He spilt,
	Our ransom from the dreadful guilt
	Of sin against our God;
	How perfect is that righteousness,
	In which unspotted beauteous dress
	His saints have ever stood!

3	Great are the offices He bears,
	And bright His character appears,
	Exalted on the throne;
	In songs of sweet untiring praise,
	We would, to everlasting days,
	Make all His glories known.

4	And soon the happy day shall come,
	When we shall reach our destined home,
	And see Him face to face;
	Then with our Saviour, Master, Friend,
	The glad eternity  we'll spend,
	And celebrate His grace.

					Samuel Medley