From age to age the memory
Of Jesu's blood grows fonder;
Too short eternity will be
To tell of all its wonder.
The chiefest theme of heavenly song
Is Jesu's dying glory;
In highest hymn each harp is strong
To tell again the story.
The virtue of His sufferings,
His grief in our restoring,
Sound louder on celestial strings
Than seraphim adoring.
The song will but begin to rise
When ages vast are over;
For ever shall His sacrifice
New miracles discover.
When these shall reach the sacred hill,
The sons of tribulation;
Then every string Divine shall thrill
With louder exultation.
The music shall for ever swell,
Host unto host replying;
But oh! the song will never tell
The worth of Jesus dying.