3 Yet in thy love such depths I see,
My soul o'erflows with praise;
'Tis satisfied, while, Lord, to Thee,
My joyful song I raise.
4 Thou art my life, my rest, my shield,
My rock, my food, my light,
A thought of Thee doth ever yield,
Unchanging, fresh delight.
5 My Saviour, keep my spirit staid,
Hard following after Thee;
Till I, in robes of white array'd,
Thy face in glory see.
1 O LORD! 'tis joy to look above,
And see Thee on thy throne;
And search the heights and depths of love,
Which Thou to us hast shown.
2 To look beyond the long, dark night,
And hail the coming day,
When Thou, with all thy saints in light,
Thy glories wilt display.
3 And, O! 'tis joy the paths to trace,
By Thee so meekly trod,
And learn of Thee to walk in grace
And fellowship with God.
4 Strangers with Thee, our cross to bear,
While dead to all beneath;
Thy yoke to take, thy sufferings share,
Obedient unto death.
5 'Tis joy to serve thy members here, Our faithful zeal to prove,
And spend our lives and strength to cheer The objects of thy love.
6 Joy to confess thy blessed name,
The fountain of thy blood,
And to the wearied heart proclaim,
"Behold the Lamb of God."
The saint's triumph in death.
1 JESUS, I love Thy charming name; "Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven should hear.
2 Yes, Thou art precious to my soul,
My transport, and my trust:
Jewels to Thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious powers can wish,
In Thee doth richly meet:
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honours of Thy name
With my last labouring breath;
Then speechless clasp Thee in mine arms, The antidote of death.
10 GOD, Thou now hast glorified!
Thy holy, blessed, only Son;
The Nazarene, the crucified,
Now sits exalted on the throne;
To Him all angels cry aloud,
Worthy art Thou, O Lamb of God!"
2 Father! Thy holy name we bless,
We magnify thy firm decree,
That every tongue should now confess
Jesus, the Lord of all to be;
To Him each tongue shall cry aloud,
"Worthy art Thou, O Lamb of God!"
3 Him as our Lord we gladly own,
For Him alone we now would live,
We meekly bow before thy throne;
Ourselves, our all, to Him we give,
Our willing voices cry aloud,
"Worthy art Thou, Ŏ Lamb of God!"
"Behold the Lamb of God!"
1 THOU Spotless Lamb of God! In Thee
The Father's holiness we see,
And with delight thy children trace
In Thee, his wondrous love and grace.
2 For Thou did'st leave thy throne above,
To teach us that our God is love;
And we may see his glory shine,
In every word and deed of thine.
3 When we behold the Lamb of God,
Beneath our sins tremendous load,
Expiring on the accursed tree,
How great our guilt, with grief we see.
4 And we, with joy, that love behold,
Whose height, and depth can ne'er be told,
Which bursts our chains, and sets us free,
And sweetly draws our souls to thee.
5 Now Thou art lifted up on high,
Thy children still behold Thee nigh:
For we are one with Thee above,
Our dwelling-place the Father's love.
6 And Thou art one with us below,
Our peace in conflict, joy in woe;
When sorely tried and tempted, we
Are safe whilst looking unto Thee.
7 Thus may we ever, Lord, abide,
Till, in thy kingdom "satisfied,"
Thou shalt behold thine own restored,
And we with joy behold our God.
1 He came, whose embassy was peace;
He left his throne above,
To prove, if enmity would cease
Beneath the power of love.
2 He came, whose errand was to give;
His hand was opened wide,
Yea, at our need, that we might live
He gave Himself and died.
3 What had the world for Him? t' was meet To answer love with love,
With signs of thankful love to greet
The stranger from above.
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