6, 6, 8, 4.
ALMIGHTY Saviour Lord,
What taunts they flung at Thee!
Thyself to save Thou didst not come;
The saved are we.
Thou spring of waters free
For thirsty souls of men,
‘Mid Calvary’s drought didst cry, “I thirst:”
No water then.
Thou bright effulgent Light,
Nailed to the cross in love,
‘Twas there the darkness closed Thee in,
Around, above.
Thou source and stay of life,
Who us from death to save,
Thyself in death’s cold grasp didst lie
Within the grave.
Thy Father and Thy God,
Thou too didst glorify;
In radiant glory now Thyself
We hail on high.
We praise Thy holy name;
We bless Thee and adore;
E’en now we worship Thee; on high
We’ll worship more.