If it were God's eternal plan
For God to rescue every man,
To come to God's begotten Son,
Then has God vict'ry, has God won?
For Millions of this fallen race
Have clung to sin with hell to face.
So when the final count is done,
How is it that we know God's won?

Though countless millions joined our foe,
The enemy will surely know,
That he has lost the goal of all,
Because the remnant can-not fall.
His trophy would have been to clasp
Within his fiendish deathly grasp
Just one of God's own chosen sons,
Just one of God's elected ones.

But it could never ever be
That one of God's own sons made free
Would not endure the great unrest,
No matter how severe the test.
For then God's plan would sure be ruined,
The cross of love it's work undone.
The resurrection of our Christ
Could not give life and make it last.

Has not God on this earth revealed
The product of His potter's wheel,
The vessels on whom wrath belong,
Prepared to pay eternal wrong?
The Potter by His patience shows
The greatness of His grace bestowed
On vessels made for higher cause,
Who live by faith, the higher law.

This grace to me was given free.
I cannot know why it's for me.
But by His choice the call was made,
And by His will His hand was laid.
And now the mystery's better known;
It's only few that He has sown.
Because God's few will persevere,
Hell's hosts are frenzied by their fear.

Let every power of Hell see clear,
What He is like whom we endear.
He bought us with the price of blood,
And he'll present us to our God.
Hell's principalities have lost,
The saints prevail at any cost.
A Bride in purest linen white,
Will dwell with Christ in heaven's light.