For the glory of Christ alone.

In the hush of dawn where shadows flee,
A gift descends, not bought with gold,
Not wrapped in silk or earthly plea,
But whispered soft in hearts grown cold.

Salvation—pure, through Jesus’ name,
The Lamb who bore our every stain,
Who faced the cross, endured the shame,
And rose victorious, breaking chains.

No diamond gleams like mercy’s light,
No treasure hoard can match its worth;
It lifts the lost from endless night,
And births new life from barren earth.

Oh, precious gift! Beyond all measure,
Freely given, humbly received—
In Christ alone we find our treasure,
Redeemed, restored, forever freed.

Bow low, dear soul, and claim this grace,
The greatest wonder time has known;
For heaven’s joy floods every place
Where Jesus Christ is Lord alone.