Many sons to glory bringing

1 Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march, in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"

2 God, who gave the blood to screen us,--
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There's no change in Him above.

3 Though the restless foe accused--
Sins recounting like a flood,
Ev'ry charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.

4 In the refuge God provided,--
Tho' the world's destruction low'rs,--
We are safe,--to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.

5 And, ere long, we come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,--
This (the never-tiring story):--
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"

Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #16