THEE we worship, Jesus, Lord —
Thee we praise with glad accord;
Lifting high the heart and voice,
While in Thee our souls rejoice.
Thou, the Father’s only Son,
Wast with Him ere time begun;
He Thy joy — Thou His delight,
Ere appeared the day or night.
‘Twas by Thee that He gave birth
To the fair and fruitful earth;
Powers and thrones, of every name,
Thee as their Creator claim.
Thou, who didst the planets roll,
Holdest them in Thy control;
Not a sparrow e’er can fall,
But by Thee, the Lord of all.
When we were by sin undone,
Thou, the Father’s only One,
Took’st on Thee the form of man,
On the cross didst bear our ban.
Thou didst shed Thy precious blood,
Freely flowed its crimson flood;
Thou in love didst yield Thy breath,
Bow Thy head for us in death.
Thou, who wast for sinners slain,
From the grave didst rise again:
He, whom Thou didst glorify,
Thee has thron’d and crown’d on high.
Now Thou livest, on the throne,
Interceding for Thine own;
Ever watching, Thou dolt keep
Faithfully Thy Father’s sheep.
Thou wilt call us soon above,
Thee to see whom now we love;
Then Thine image we shall bear,
And Thy throne and glory share.
Wondrous Saviour! Thee we praise,
Heart and voice to Thee we raise;
Thee we worship and adore,
Thee we’ll bless for evermore.
T.