Prince of life, and Lord of glory,
How my soul delights to hide
In the secret of Thy presence,
Where no ills can e’er betide!
There I learn the sweet unfoldings
Of Thine all-surpassing grace,
There, in ever deep’ning worship,
Gaze, with rapture, on Thy face.
Brighter than the golden sunshine,
Deeper than the ocean wave,
Sweeter than the choicest lily
Is His rove, who came to save.
Lord, in ceaseless adoration,
Prostrate at Thy feet I fall,
Thou, and Thou alone, art worthy,
Son of God and Lord of all!
What are heaven’s richest glories
To one look at Thy dear face?
What are all creation’s wonders
When compared with sovereign grace?
What are earth’s most costly treasures
But a mass of dung and dross?
Vain and worthless ‘neath the shadow
Of Thine all-prevailing cross.
Who shall utter all Thy praises?
Who proclaim Thy peerless worth?
Who express the matchless glories
Of the “Lord of heaven and earth”?
As I think of all Thy sufferings,
All Thy sorrow, toil and shame,
Broken-hearted, I remember,
‘Twas Thy death which brought me gain.
S. T.