O
Jesus
Lord
’tis joy to know
Thy path is o’er of shame and woe
By Thee so meekly trod.
All finished is Thy work of toil
Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil
Exalted by our God.
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!
We triumph in Thy triumphs
Thy joys our deepest joys afford
The fruit of love divine.
While sorrowing
suff’ring
toiling here
How does the thought our spirits cheer
The throne of glory’s Thine!
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