We’ll praise Thee, glorious Lord,
Who died to set us free,
No earthly songs can joy afford
Like heavenly melody.

Love, that no suffering stayed,
We’ll praise, true love divine;
Love that for us atonement made,
Love that has made us Thine.

Love in Thy lonely life
Of sorrow here below;
Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,
Make grateful praises flow.

Love, that on death’s dark vale
Its sweetest odor spread,
Where sin o’er all seem to prevail
Redemption’s glory shed.

And now we see Thee risen,
Who once for us hast died,
Seated above the highest heav’n:
The Father’s glorified.

Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own,
In glory love displayed.

Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art?