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 't is 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.