Classic Poem

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To Zion we go, the seat of our King,
And yet while below, we cannot but sing.
Tho' few here esteem us, the God we adore
Has dy'd to redeem us — what could he do more?

What Jesus has done, to save us from hell;
What conquest he won, when he himself fell;
The depths of his sorrow, the heights of his love,
Will never be known till we sing them above.

Then trust in his name, and rest on his word;
He's always the same unchangeable Lord;
His wisdom's omniscient, his pow'r is supreme,
His grace is sufficient his flock to redeem.