We'll Praise Thee, Glorious Lord
1 WE'LL praise Thee, glorious Lord,
Who died to set us free,
No earthly songs can joy afford
Like heavenly melody.
2 Love that no suffering stayed,
We'll praise true love divine;
Love that for us atonement made,
Love that has made us Thine.
3 Love in Thy lonely life
Of sorrow here below;
Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,
Make grateful praises flow.
4 Love that on death's dark vale
Its sweetest odours spread,
Where sin o'er all seemed to prevail,
Redemption's glory shed.
5 And now we see Thee risen,
Who once for us hast died,
Seated above the highest heaven,
The Father's glorified.
6 Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own,
In glory love displayed.
7 Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art?