406    8.8.6.     J. Kent
Praise for Reigning Grace. Rom. 5. 20, 21; Rev. 5. 9

1 Hark! how the blood-bought hosts above
  Conspire to praise redeeming love,
  In sweet harmonious strains;
  And while they strike the golden lyres,
  This glorious theme each bosom fires,
  That grace triumphant reigns.

2 Join thou, my soul, for thou canst tell
  How grace divine broke up thy cell,
  And loosed thy native chains;
  And still, from that auspicious day,
  How oft art thou constrained to say,
  That grace triumphant reigns.

3 [Grace, till the tribes redeemed by blood,
  Are brought to know themselves and God,
  Her empire shall maintain;
  To call when he appoints the day,
  And from the mighty take the prey,
  Shall grace triumphant reign.]

4 When called to meet the King of dread,
  Should love compose my dying bed,
  And grace my soul sustain,
  Then, ere I quit this mortal clay,
  I’ll raise my fainting voice, and say,
  Let grace triumphant reign.