Glory to that victorious grace

1 Glory to that victorious grace,
Thro’ which a worm can all things do!
I stand o’erwhelmed with vast amaze,
And scarce believe the wonder true;
’Tis more than heart could e’er conceive,
I know my child is dead—and live!

2 Where is the passionate regret,
The fond complaint, and lingering smart?
Can I my sucking child forget,
So freely with my Isaac part,
So cheerfully my all resign,
And triumph in the will divine?

3 Son of my womb, my joy, my hope,
He lived, my yearning heart’s desire,
Yet lo! I gladly give him up,
No longer mine, if God require,
And with a sudden stroke remove,
Whom only less than God I love.

4 Nature would cry, "My son, my son!
O that I now had died for thee!"
But faith replies, "His will be done,
Who lent the blessing first to me;
Lent, and resumes, it is the Lord!
His will be done, His name adored!"

4 With all my soul, O Lord, I give
The child Thy love hath snatched away;
On earth I would not have him live,
With me I would not have him stay;
The sacrifice long since was o’er,
I stand to what I gave before.

6 I all have left for Jesu’s sake,
And shall I grieve to part with one!
No, if a wish could call him back,
I would not have my darling son
Brought from his everlasting rest,
Snatched from his heav’nly Father’s breast.

7 Pass a few fleeting days, or years,
And I shall see my child again;
When Jesus in the clouds appears,
With Him I shall in glory reign,
I and the children He hath giv’n,
Inseparably joined in Heav’n.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9216

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