Excerpt from The Apocalypse by John Newton Brown

johnnewtonbrownSing Him that loved us! He, with blood divine,
Poured from his own pierced heart, like generous win«
From out the purple clusters of the vine,
On God’s high altar in its freshness laid,
The sumless price of our redemption paid.
He loves, He loves us! For the sins that lay
Dark on our souls, his blood hath washed away.
He loves, He loves us! And hath raised us up
To heights of dignity beyond our hope;
Owned as his brethren — crowned above as kings–
Where love and honor are immortal things!
A royal priesthood, at the Eternal Throne,
To pay a worship, God will not disown!

by John Newton Brown

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