To Thee, O God, with joy we sing
Of Jesus’ walk and ways;
A pure “Meat-Off’ring” thus would bring,
All-fragrant to His praise.
In all His perfect path, from birth,
We see Thy glory shine;
In ev’ry step He took on earth
Was grace and truth divine.
Thy faithful Witness! —wholly true,—
He was, indeed, The Light;
Though only those His glory knew
To whom Thou gavest sight.
‘Twas joy, yea, meat and drink, to Him,
To do Thy holy will;—
Though sorrow’s cup o’erflow’d its brim,
He wrought Thy pleasure still.
Thine only Son, He pleas’d Thee well;
Perfection Thou did’st see;
And Thou did’st ope the heav’us to tell
The joy He gave to Thee.
‘Tis little we to Thee can show
Of all that He hath done,
But Thou dost all the virtues know
Of Thy beloved One.
His praises we would fain proclaim,
And, in His Name divine,
Upraise to Thee pure worship’s flame:
The “frankincense” is Thine.