'What shall I render unto the Lord for all His benefits toward me ?' (Ps. 116 :12.)

What shall we render to Thee, Lord,
For what Thou hast for us endured ?
An everlasting wealth of bliss
Thou hast for us by death secured.

The love that led Thee to the cross
Was ample proof of boundless grace;
We read our way to glory there,
But thine to judgment and disgrace.

O Lord, when we behold Thee nailed
To that accursed tree of shame,
We stand astounded at thy love,
And worship in thy peerless Name.

Yet this, O Lord, does not suffice,
We long to give Thee nobler praise;
We fain would join the throng above
And then eternal anthems raise.

But soon that cloudless day shall dawn;
Thy gladsome voice shall rend the-sky;
The clogs of time shall crumble then,
And we shall mount with Thee on high.

Then in our native home above,
With tongues attuned to endless song,
We'll render suited praise to Thee
With all the reigning blood-bought throng.

C. C. Crowston