Hymn 233: Lord, Thy Ransomed Church is

Verse 1

Lord, Thy ransomed Church is

 waking 

Out of slumber far and near,

Knowing that the morn is breaking 

When the Bridegroom shall appear;

Waking up to claim the treasure

With Thy precious life-blood 

bought,

And to trust in fuller measure 

All Thy wondrous death hath 

wrought.

Verse 2

Praise to Thee for this glad shower,

Precious drop of latter rain;

Praise, that by Thy Spirit’s power

Thou hast quicken’d us again;

That Thy Gospel’s priceless treasure

Now is borne from land to land,

And that all the Father’s pleasure 

Prospers in Thy pierced hand.

Verse 3

Praise to Thee for saved ones yearn-

ing

O’er the lost and wandering [throng;

Praise for voices daily learning 

To upraise the glad new song:

Praise to Thee for sick ones hast-

ing 

Now to touch Thy garment’s [hem!

Praise for souls believing tasting 

All Thy love has won for them.

Verse 4

Set on fire our heart’s devotion 

With the love of Thy dear name;

Till o’er every land and ocean

Lips and lives Thy Cross proclaim,

Fix our eyes on Thy returning,

Keeping watch till Thou shalt 

come:

Loins well girt, lamps brightly burn- [ing

Then, Lord, take Thy servants 

home.