O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head!
Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner’s stead–
To bear all ill for me.
A victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there’s no load for me.

Death and the curse were in our cup–
O Christ, ’twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark drop,
‘Tis empty now for me.
That bitter cup–love drank it up;
Left but the love for me.

Jehovah lifted up His rod–
O Christ, it fell on Thee!
Thou wast forsaken of Thy God;
No distance now for me.
Thy blood beneath that rod has flowed:
Thy bruising healeth me.

The tempest awful voice was heard,
O Christ, it broke on Thee;
Thy open bosom was my ward;
It bore the storm for me.
Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred;
Now cloudless peace for me.

For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,
And I have died in Thee;
Thou’rt risen: my bands are all untied;
And now Thou liv’st in me.
The Father’s face of radiant grace
Shines now in light on me.

O Lord! our hearts are waiting,
Th’ archangel’s heaven-sent cry,
Which wakes the saints now sleeping,
And to Thee brings them nigh.
When we, with them ascending,
Shall meet Thee in the air,
To gaze upon Thy glory,
And all Thy likeness bear.

O hour! for which in patience
Thou’st waited through the night,
Whilst we Thy saints were gathered,
And brought into the light;
Then, then, the church completed,
God makes no more delay;
O Lord, with shouts of triumph,
We pass into the day.

O hour of richest blessing!
When brought to Thee so nigh,
To be Thy joy for ever,
We share Thy throne on high;
To rest in all that brightness,
And ever there abide;
To find Thy heart delighting
In us, Thy ransomed bride.

O blessed, coming Savior!
Speak, then, the joyous word,
To which our hearts responding,
"For ever with the Lord."
For ever with Thee, Savior–
For evermore shall be–
In deepest, fullest blessing,
For ever one with Thee.

In deep, eternal counsel,
Before the world was made,
Before its deep foundations
On nothingness were laid;
God purposed us for blessing,
And chose us in His Son,
To Him to be conformed,
When here our course was run.

In present, blest acceptance
In Him who came to die;
In Him who now is seated
At Thy right hand in high;
In grace, which is unchanging,
We stand from day to day,
And prove the boundless mercies
Which strew our pilgrim way.

And when the day of glory
Shall burst upon this scene,
Dispelling all the darkness
Which deep’ning still had been;
Oh, then He’ll come in brightness,
Whom every eye shall see,
Arrayed in power and glory,
And we shall with Him be.

For He who left His glory,
To die upon the tree,
Will soon complete the story
And come again, and we
Conformed to His image
As known, be brought to know,
And with increasing fervor,
Our ceaseless praises flow.

Oh for the robe of whiteness,
To walk with Christ in light,
Oh for the glorious brightness
Of day without a night.

We would a name of favor,
Graved on the stone of white,
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
Reserved for heaven’s delight.

‘Tis sweet, the thought of rising
The risen Lord to meet;
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
Like Him for whom we wait.

What joy supreme in seeing
The Savior face to face,
The peaceful joy of being
For ever in that place!

Jesus, Thou King of glory,
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
When we Thy glory see.

E’en now our souls would enter
The holiest on high,
That all our love might center
On Thee who cam’st to die.

At God’s right hand in glory
Thou sitt’st, Thy work complete,
Till perfected the story
That gives us too our seat.

Then o’er the wide creation
Thy power will stretch it’s arm;
Secure from all temptation,
Free from all human harm.

Lord Jesus! we remember
The travail of Thy soul,
When, through Thy love’s deep pity,
The waves did o’er Thee roll;
Baptized in death’s dark waters,
For us Thy blood was shed;
For us Thou (Lord of glory)
Wast numbered with the dead.

O Lord! Thou now art risen,
Thy travail all is o’er;
For sin Thou once hast suffered–
Thou liv’st to die no more;
Sin, death, and hell are vanquished
By Thee, the church’s Head;
And lo! we share thy triumphs,
Thou Firstborn from the dead.

Unto Thy death baptized,
We own with Thee we died:
With Thee, our Life, we’re risen,
And shall be glorified.
From sin, the world, and Satan,
We’re ransomed by Thy blood,
And here would walk as strangers,
Alive with Thee to God.

Our Father, we would worship
In Jesus’ holy name;
For He, whate’er our changes,
For ever in the same:
Through Him our childlike praises
As incense sweet will be;
The songs Thy Spirit raises
Can ne’er want melody.

The fire Thy love hath kindled
Shall never be put out;
The Spirit keeps it burning
(Though dimmed by things without):
O make it burn more brightly!
By faith more freely shine;
That we may value rightly,
The grace that made us Thine.

In all things more than conquerors
Through Him that loved us–
We know that neither death, nor life,
Nor angels, rulers, powers,
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Nor even height, nor depth,
Nor any other creature-thing,
Above, below, around,
Can part us from the love of God
In Jesus Christ our Lord.

O Jesus Christ, most holy–
Head of the church, Thy bride,
In us each day more fully
Thy name be magnified!
O may, in each believer,
Thy love its power display,
And none among us ever
From Thee, our Shepherd, stray!