When I survey that glorious throne,
And there behold the Lamb once slain,
Who bore our bitter loss alone,
Who shares with us His richest gain;

I glory then as never I did
When this vain world could charm me most,
Nor does my Lord the boast forbid,
For He Himself is all my boast.

See Head and Side, see Hands and Feet,
What wondrous beauties all adorn,
For only love and glory meet,
Where pierced the nail, the spear, the thorn.

The love has made the glory mine
Oh, prostrate at His feet I’d fall!
And even the glory I’d resign
To have the love alone, my all.