Oh, the Matchless Grace

Oh, what a matchless fire is kindled
when hearts of flint and stone are struck
by Christ Whose finger reaches out in grace;…
the will of God now sparked,
and the hearths and minds of men are quickened,
no more to stray; the fire lit,
and the cold of night — if not even death —
is held at bay; Lucifer bound;
the prince of the power of the air…
seen fallen; with one-third as many stars…
Oh, the matchless grace of God!