The Glory of His Grace

Oh, the beauty of His precious love;
The splendor of His grace.
As He by sovereign mercy
Has led us to this place.

This place, secured by Him with whom,
No mortal man can touch;
This place of hope within the veil
Where angels dwell and such.

Our eyes are made to see the One,
Who died to set us free.
Our ears are made to hear His call,
And follow joyfully.

Our hearts are made to yearn for Him,
And seek Him through His Word.
Fulfill the plan, designed by Him,
Proclaim His glory heard.

Throughout our time on earth and more,
Throughout eternity.
To magnify His precious name,
Who sets the captives free.

Oh, with a burning heart for Him,
With eagles wings we soar,
Above the world of sin and strife;
This land of wanting more.

None other is so loving,
None other is so kind.
To carry us above the dust,
And leave this world behind.

So with me now, let’s venture on
Behold Him face-to-face;
Exalt the glory of His cross;
The glory of His grace.

Michael E. Wood 12/31/2008