Nature With Open Volume Stands

Nature with open volume stands

To spread her Maker's praise abroad,

And every labor of his hands

Shows something worthy of a God;

But in the grace that rescues man

His brighter form of glory shines;

Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn

In precious blood and crimson lines.

O, the sweet wonders of that cross,

Where Christ, the Saviour, loved and died!

The noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.

I would forever speak his name

In tones to mortal ears unknown,

With angels join to praise the Lamb,

And worship at his Father's throne.