Hymn 235 - "We'll praise Thee, glorious Lord,"

We'll praise Thee, glorious Lord,

Who died to set us free;  

No earthly songs can joy afford

Like heav'nly melody.

 Love that no suff'ring stayed

We'll praise—true love divine;

Love that for us atonement made,

Love that has made us Thine.

 Love in Thy lonely life

Of sorrow here below;

Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,

Make grateful praises flow.

Love that on death's dark vale

Its sweetest odours spread;

Where sin o'er all seemed to prevail,

Redemption's glory shed.

And now we see Thee ris'n,

Who once for us hast died,

Seated above the highest heav'n:

The Father's Glorified.

Jesus, we wait for Thee,

With Thee to have our part;

What can full joy and blessing be

But being where Thou art?

Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,

Thy foes Thy footstool made,

And bring us with Thee as Thine own,

In glory love displayed.