The Father’s ancient grace we sing, That chose us in our head; Ordaining Christ, our God and King, To suffer in our stead. The sacred Son, in equal strains, With reverence we address For all His grace, and dying pains, And splendid righteousness. With tuneful tongue the Holy Ghost For His great work we praise, Whose power inspires the blood-bought host Their grateful voice to raise. Thus the Eternal Three in One We join to praise, for grace And endless glory through the Son, As shining from His face. – Thomas Row (1786–1864)
