’Tween Jesus and His chosen race Subsists a bond of sovereign grace, That hell, with its infernal train, Shall ne’er dissolve, or rend in twain! This sacred bond shall never break, Though earth should to her center shake; Rest, doubting saint, assured of this, For God has pledged his holiness. Hail, sacred union, firm and strong! How great the grace! How sweet the song! That rebel worms should ever be One with incarnate Deity! One in the tomb; one when he rose; One when he triumphed o’er his foes; One when in heaven he took his seat, While seraphs sung at hell’s defeat. This sacred tie forbids their fears, For all he is or has is theirs; With him, their Head, they stand or fall, Their Life, their Surety, and their All.
