WREATH 's Tune .

We long for that fair morning's light,
Then we, in robes of spotless white,
All join the bright redeemed throng
To sing that new and endless song —
To him that lives, but once was stain,
Be honour, pow'r, and praise. Amen.

To him that lov'd us when we lay
Conceal'd in uncreated clay;
If him that lov'd us, though we fell,
And sav'd us from the pains of hell —

Him that found us dead in sin,
And planted holy life within;
Him that taught our feet the way
An endless night to endless day —

To him that wrought our righteousness,
If sanctify'd us by his grace;
Him that brought us back to God,
Though the red sea of his own blood —

To him that sits upon the throne,
The great, eternal Three in One —
To him let saints and angels raise
An everlasting song of praise!