THOU art worthy, Jesus, Lord,
Of Thine exaltation!
Crown and throne are Thy reward
For humiliation.
Thou our judgment’s cup didst drain,
Bowing meekly, lowly,
When for sinners Thou wast slain,
Lamb of God, most holy!
Where the glories of the throne
Center in a cluster,
Thou dost cast a deeper tone
Through Redemption’s luster:
Heaven’s clear, unclouded light,
All its blaze of glory,
Thee reflecting, shine more bright,
Lamb of God, once gory!
When the harps, of heav’nly chord
To the thron’d are given,
We will sound Thy praises, Lord,
To the verge of heaven.
And when round each brow a crown,
Brilliant with Thy glory,
Shall be plac’d, we’ll cast them down,
With ourselves, before Thee.
T.