We Praise Thee, Lord, In Strains Of Deepest Joy
1 WE praise Thee, Lord, in strains of deepest joy,
Responsive to Thy voice of holy love;
We hail Thee, source of bliss without alloy,
Bright inlet to the light of heaven above.
2 We praise Thee, Lord, for in Thy blessed face
God's glory shines for us without a veil;
And now Thou leadest us in righteous grace
To that blest place where praises never fail.
3 We live of Thee, we've heard Thy quickening voice
Speaking of love beyond all human thought,
Thy Father's love, in which we now rejoice,
As those in spirit to Thy Father brought.
4 Thou hast made known the Father whom we've seen
In Thy blest Person --- infinite delight!
It more than satisfies, as here we glean
The foretaste of His love, till all be light.
5 Father, Thou lovest! favour all divine,
A cloudless favour rests upon us here;
Thy face shines on us as it still doth shine
On Thy blest Son, whose image we shall bear.