O JESUS, LORD! 'TIS JOY TO KNOW
1. O Jesus, Lord!
'tis joy to know,
Thy path is o'er of
shame and woe,
For us so meekly
trod;
All finished is Thy
work of toil,
Thou reapest now
the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.
2. Thy holy head, once
bound with thorns,
The crown of glory
now adorns,
Thy seat, the
Father's throne.
O Lord! e'en now we
sing Thy praise,
Ours the eternal
song to raise,
Worthy the Lord
alone!
3. As Head for us
Thou sittest there,
Until Thy members
too shall share
In all Thou dost
receive;
Thy glory and Thy
royal throne
Thy boundless love
has made our own,
Who in Thy name
believe.
4. We triumph in
Thy triumphs, Lord,
Thy joys our
deepest joys afford,
The fruit of love
divine.
While sorrowing,
suffering, toiling here,
How does the
thought our spirits cheer,
The throne of
glory's Thine.
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