Stupendous mystery of grace

Verse 1
Stupendous mystery of grace!
Shall one of Adam’s sinful race,
Shall I, the sinners’ chief, sit down
With God, and his eternal Son,
And shine like Jesus glorified,
Triumphant at my Saviour’s side!

Verse 2
Then let me meet my three-fold foe,
And conquering on to conquer go,
Arm’d with his sword, and mind, and name,
Who hell, the world, and sin o’ercame,
And get the final victory,
And die for him, who died for me.

Verse 3
O thou who hast the victory won,
Regard me from thy Father’s throne,
Regard my faith, (which is not mine)
My humble confidence divine,
That thou wilt all my foes subdue,
And bring me more than conqueror thro’.

Verse 4
Full of the pure immortal hope
I fill thine after sufferings up,
Conform’d to an expiring God,
I strive, resisting unto blood,
And mounting on thy cross arise,
To share thy throne above the skies.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled “To him that overcometh, will I grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in his throne.”—[Rev.] iii. 21. Introduced in Charles Wesley, Short Hymns on Select Passages of the Holy Scriptures, Vol. 2 (Bristol: Farley, 1762). Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 13 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1872), page 231.
Publishing: Public Domain