Glory Descending
G.Yeatman
Glory of God descending
Heralding Truth come nigh
Showering grace and mercy
Straight from His throne on high.
Beckoning forth His calling
Gathering those who would come
Loosening chains of bondage
Powers of Satan undone.
Redemption at last extended,
Pardon from sin's last grasp.
Going forth to victory,
Perils of darkness now past.
Why would He show such kindness?
Who could refuse His entreat?
Oh the sweet smell of victory
Quelling the stench of defeat.
The infinite joy of redemption.
How soon we forget its delight,
Taking back burdens once lifted,
Dwelling in fear and fright.
Rekindling the fire once within us.
Reclaiming the promises won
Accepting his blood-bought mercy.
Basking in Light of His Son.
May we never forget his goodness.
Falling prostrate before his feet,
Lifting praises of Hallelujah.
To banish the call of retreat.
That the standard go forth into battle.
His victory proclaimed through the land.
The conflict quelled by his Presence,
Crushed by the pow'r of his hand.
Forever his promise extended.
Eternity proffered to all
Who beckon his tender blessings,
Who heed his heralding call.
Oh, the perilous path of destruction.
Overcome by price of the Lamb.
His death on the cross of Calvary.
