Matchless Love

O soon we' ll sing the matchless love, Why Christ our King was slain; As onward ages ceaseless move, Eternally we' ll reign. Come, Saviour, let thy reign begin; Come, still each note of war; We long to sing an end of sin, In praise that sounds afar.

We pray and long to see the dawn, The bright, eternal day, When tears are wiped and sorrows gone, And clouds have fled away. May glowing love inspire our hearts, And praise our tongues employ; We' ll watch and pray till sin departs, Then strike the harps of joy.