Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus!
Deep, eternal, pure and bright!
Once the lonely Man of Sorrows,
Thou canst tell of joy aright!

Now ascended unto glory,
From Thy love’s unfailing spring
Thou dost pour Thy song of triumph
Thou the song of songs dost sing!

Won in travail of Thy spirit,
Agony and shame and blood,
That blest place beside the Father,
Nearest to the heart of God!

Won for me! my praises leading,
Thou dost sing that song divine
All Thy joy my own forever!
All Thy peace for ever mine!

Hark, my soul! that hymn of glory
Filleth all the holy place!
Psalm of One who, for His people,
Gazeth on the Father’s face!