Maker of earth and heaven,
Whose arm upholds creation,
To Thee we raise the voice of praise,
And bend in adoration.
We praise the power that made us,
We praise the love that blesses;
While every day that rolls away
Thy gracious care confesses.

Though trials and affliction
May cast their shadows o’er us,
Thy love doth throw a heavenly glow
Of light on all before us;
That love has smiled from heaven,
To cheer our path of sadness,
And lead the way through earth’s dark day,
To realms of joy and gladness.

The light of love and glory
Has shone through Christ our Savior
The Crucified–who lived and died,
That we might live for ever.
And since Thy great compassion
Thus brings Thy children near Thee,
May we to praise devote our days,
And keep for ever near Thee.

Head of the church triumphant!
We joyfully adore Thee;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here
Would sing like those in glory!
We lift our hearts and voices,
In blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God
The praise of our salvation.

While in affliction’s furnace,
And passing through the fire,
The love we praise which tries our ways,
And ever brings us nigher.
We lift our hearts, exulting
In Thine almighty favor:
The love divine which made us Thine
Shall keep us Thine for ever.

Thou dost conduct Thy people
Safely through all temptation;
Nor will we fear, since Thou art near,
The fire of tribulation.
The world with sin and Satan,
Display their strength before us;
By Thee we shall break through them all,
And join in the heavenly chorus.

By faith we see the glory
Of which Thou dost assure us;
The world despise, for that high prize
Which Thou hast set before us.
And may we, counted worthy
To meet the Son from heaven,
There see our Lord, by all adored,
To us in glory given.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
In service unremitting,
Within the veil Thou dost prevail,
Each soul for worship fitting;
Encompassed here with failure,
Each earthly refuge fails us;
Without, within, in strife with sin–
Thy name alone avails us.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
For though Thy toils are ended,
Thy tender heart doth take its part
With those Thy grace befriended.
Thy sympathy, how precious!
Thou succorest in sorrow,
And bidst us cheer, while pilgrims here,
And haste the hopeful morrow.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
Thy way is traced before Thee:
Thou wilt descend, and we ascend,
To meet in heavenly glory;
Soon shall the blessful morning
Call forth Thy saints to meet Thee;
Our only Lord, alone adored,
With gladness then we’ll greet Thee.

Thy love we own, Lord Jesus;
And wait to see Thy glory,
To know as known, and fully own
Thy perfect grace before Thee:
We plead Thy parting promise,
Come, Savior, to release us,
Then endless praise our lips shall raise,
For love like Thine, Lord Jesus.