O What A Glorious Thought Is This

Oh! what a glorious tho’t is this,
To think of His redeeming love,
That bro’t us from the depths of sin,
And lead to Beulah’s heights above.

Oh! wondrous grace, oh! matchless love,
Well might the angels long to prove,
In singing to His honor there,
The story of redeeming love.

‘Tis Jesus peaks the “peace, be still,”
When sin is surging in the soul,
And bids the heart with living faith,
The load of sin on Him to roll. [Chorus]

Redeemed from all iniquity,
Our actual and indwelling sin,
And purified unto Himself,
A people clean and pure within. [Chorus]