To Thee, O God, our hearts we raise
In solemn songs of thankful praise
Thee as our God and Father own,
And bow our souls before Thy throne
While here below we seek to sound
Thy praise to earth’s remotest bound.

Worship and praise we render Thee
Father of endless majesty;
Thy true and only Son adore,
One with Thyself in bliss and power
And God the Holy Ghost declare
The saints’ eternal Comforter.

Behold, what wondrous love and grace!
When we were wretched and undone,
To save a ruined, helpless race,
The Father gave His only Son!
Of twice ten thousand gifts divine,
No gift like this could ever shine.

O gift of love unspeakable!
O gift of mercy all divine!
We once were slaves of death and hell,
But in Christ’s image we shall shine:
For every gift a song we raise,
But this demands eternal praise.

Praises shall employ these tongues of ours,
Till we with all the saints above,
Extol His name with nobler powers,
And see the ocean of His love:
Then, while we look and wondering gaze,
We’ll fill the heavens with endless praise.

The Son–He left God’s throne above
(So free, so infinite His grace!)
Emptied Himself, and then in love
Bled for our lost, our ruined race:
‘Tis mercy, all beyond our thought,
That us to God in Jesus brought.

No condemnation now we dread,
Jesus is ours, prepared our place,
Our life in Him, our hidden Head,
Himself our righteousness through grace,
Bold we approach the heavenly throne,
Heirs of the crown He for us won.

Have I an object, Lord, below
Which would divide my heart with Thee;
Which would divert its even flow
In answer to Thy constancy?
Oh teach me quickly to return,
And cause my heart afresh to burn.

Have I a hope, however dear,
Which would defer Thy coming, Lord!
Which would detain my spirit here
(Where naught can lasting joy afford)?
From it, my Savior, set me free,
To look, and long, and wait for Thee.

Be Thou the object bright and fair
To fill and satisfy the heart;
My hope to meet Thee in the air,
And nevermore from Thee to part:
That I may undistracted be
To follow, serve, and wait for Thee.

O God! Thou now hast glorified
Thy holy, blest, eternal Son;
The Nazarene, the Crucified,
Now sits exalted on Thy throne!
To Him in faith we cry aloud,
Worthy art Thou, O Lamb of God!

Father, Thy holy name we bless,
Gracious and just Thy wise decree,
That every tongue shall soon confess
Jesus the Lord of all to be!
But, oh! Thy grace has taught us now
Before that Lord the knee to bow.

Him as our Lord we gladly own:
To Him alone we now would live,
Who bowed our hearts before Thy throne,
And gave us all that love could give.
Our willing voices cry aloud,
Worthy art Thou, O Lamb of God!

Lord, Thou hast drawn us after Thee,
Now let us run and never tire;
Thy presence shall our comfort be,
Thyself our hope, our sole desire.
Our present Savior, while nor fear
Nor sin can come if Thou art near.

What in Thy love possess we not?
Our star by night, our sun by day,
Our spring of life when parched with drought:
Our wine to cheer, our bread to stay,
Our strength, our shield, our safe abode,
Our robe before the throne of God!

Unchangeable, Thy gracious love
Our earthly path has ceaseless viewed;
Ere knew our beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies still pursued;
Ever with us may They abide,
And close us in on every side.

"A little while"–the Lord shall come,
And we shall wander here no more;
He’ll take us to His Father’s home,
Where He for us is gone before–
To dwell with Him, to see His face,
And sing the glories of His grace.

"A little while"–He’ll come again,
Let us the precious hours redeem;
Our only grief to give Him pain,
Our joy to serve and follow Him.
Watching and ready may we be,
As those that wait their Lord to see.

"A little while"–’twill soon be past,
Why should we shun the promised cross?
O let us in His footsteps haste,
Counting for Him all else but loss!
For how will recompense His smile,
The sufferings of this little "while."

"A little while"–come, Savior, come!
For Thee Thy bride has tarried long:
Take Thy poor waiting pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song,
To see Thy glory, and to be,
In everything conformed to Thee!

What will it be to dwell above,
And with the Lord of glory reign,
Since the blest knowledge of His love
So brightens all this dreary plain?
No heart can think, no tongue can tell
What joy ’twill be with Christ to dwell.

When left this scene of faith and strife,
The flesh and sense deceive no more,
When we shall see the Prince of life,
And all His works of grace explore:
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!

And God has fixed the happy day
When the last tear shall dim our eyes;
When He will wipe these tears away,
And fill our hearts with glad surprise;
To hear His voice, and see His face,
And know the fulness of His grace.

Oh would we be as angels bright,
To stand before the throne in light,
And join the myriads that proclaim
The honor of th’ ascended Lamb?
Ah, no!–what losers were we thus;
We could not sing, He died for us!

We would not bear an angel’s name;
A sinner saved is what we claim.
We’d rather debtors be to grace
Than fill e’en Gabriel’s honored place,
And washed in Calvary’s precious flood,
Owe all to Christ’s atoning blood.

Lord, what is man? ‘Tis He who died
And all Thy nature glorified;
Thy righteousness and grace displayed
When He for sin atonement made;
Obedient unto death, was slain–
Worthy is He o’er all to reign.

Thy counsels ‘ere the world began,
All centered in the Son of man;
Him destined to the highest place,
Head of His church through sovereign grace
To Him enthroned in majesty,
Let every creature bend the knee.

Worthy, O Son of man, art Thou
Of every crown that decks Thy brow;
Worthy art Thou to be adored,
And owned as universal Lord;
O, hasten that long-promised day,
When all shall own Thy rightful sway!

Our hearts are full of Christ, and long
Their glorious matter to declare!
Of Him we make our loftier song–
We cannot from His praise forbear:
Our ready tongues make haste to sing
The glories of the heavenly King.

Fairer than all the earth-born race,
Perfect in comeliness Thou art;
Replenished are Thy lips with grace,
And full of love Thy tender heart.
God ever blest! we bow the knee,
And own all fulness dwells in Thee.

O God whose wondrous name is Love,
Whose grace has fashioned us anew,
Before Thy face now stands the Lamb,
Whom sinful man once pierced and slew;
For us Thy Son Thou didst not spare,
For us canst Thou cease to care?

O heavenly Father, grant us all
The new-born babe’s simplicity!
From us the doubtful mind remove;
We boast a God that cannot lie!
Taught to repose, through love divine,
On truth itself, on truth divine.

Thou art the Potter, we the clay,
Thy will be ours, Thy truth our light,
Thy love the fountain of our joy,
Thine arm a safeguard day and night,
Till Thou shalt wipe all tears away,
And bring forth everlasting day.

O that we never might forget
What Christ has suffered for our sake,
To save our souls and make us meet
Of all Thy glories to partake;
But keeping this in mind press on
To glory and the victor’s crown.

But, gracious Lord, when we reflect
How apt to turn the eye from Thee,
Forget Thee, too, with sad neglect,
And listen to the enemy,
And yet to find Thee still the same–
‘Tis this that humbles us with shame.

Astonished at Thy feet we fall,
Thy love exceeds our highest thought,
Henceforth be Thou our all in all,
Thou who our souls with blood hast bought;
May we henceforth more faithful prove,
And ne’er forget Thy ceaseless love.

And art Thou, gracious Master, gone
For us a mansion to prepare?
Shall we behold Thee on the throne,
And sit for ever with Thee there?
Then let the world approve or blame,
We’ll triumph in Thy glorious name.

Should we to gain the world’s applause,
Or to escape its harmless frown,
Refuse to countenance Thy cause,
And make Thy people’s lot our own,
What shame would fill us in that day,
When Thou Thy glory wilt display.

No, let the world cast out our name,
And vile account us if it will,
If to confess our Lord be shame,
Oh, then would we be viler still;
For Thee, O Lord, we all resign,
Content that Thou dost call us Thine.

What transports then will fill our heart
When Thou our worthless names wilt own,
When we shall see Thee as Thou art
And know as we ourselves are known.
And then from sin and sorrow free
Find our eternal rest with Thee.

Salvation’s Captain, and the guide
Of all that seek the rest above,
Beneath Thy shadow we abide,
The cloud of Thy protecting love;
Our strength Thy grace, our rule Thy word,
Our end the glory of the Lord.

Lord, by Thy word and Spirit led,
We shall not in the desert stray,
Or light for our direction need,
Or lose, if dark and drear, our way;
Still kept from danger and from fear,
Since Thy almighty love is near.

O Lord! Thy rich, Thy boundless love
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
O give our hearts its depth to prove,
And reign without a rival there!
From thee, O Lord, we all receive,
Thine, wholly Thine, alone we’d live.

O Lord! how cheering is Thy way!
How blest, how gracious in our eyes!
Care, anguish, sorrow, pass away,
And fear before Thy presence flies.
Lord Jesus! nothing would we see,
Nothing desire, apart form Thee!

‘Mid conflict be Thy love our peace!
In weakness be Thy love our strength!
And when the storms of life shall cease,
And Thou to meet us com’st at length,
O Jesus, then these hearts shall be
For ever satisfied with Thee.

Thou hidden Source of calm repose!
Thou all-sufficient Love divine!
Our help and refuge from our foes,
Secure we are, for we are Thine;
And, lo! from guilt and grief and shame
We’re hidden Savior, by Thy name.

Thy mighty name Salvation is,
And keeps our happy souls above;
Comfort it brings, and power and peace
And joy and everlasting love;
To us, with Thy dear name, are given
Pardon and holiness and heaven.

Jesus, our all in all Thou art,
Our rest in toil, our ease in pain;
The medicine of a broken heart;
‘Mid storms , our peace; in loss, our gain;
Our smile beneath the tyrant’s frown:
In shame, our glory and our crown.

In want our plentiful supply;
In weakness, our almighty power;
In bonds our perfect liberty;
Our refuge in temptation’s hour;
Our comfort, ‘midst all grief and thrall,
Our life in death, our all in all.