"My Friends! whom I would meet before Christ's throne,
And welcome where all ransom'd souls are one,
The Son of God from his high throne above
Came down to this low world in boundless love
By anguish of the cross our guilt t' atone,
Immortal life by rising bring to light,
For the deprav'd God's Spirit to procure,
For weakest Christian all his promis'd might,
And thus the failing hope to re-assure:—
Compar'd with Christ count all things then but loss,