Jesus, Lord, I Praise Thee

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Jesus, Lord, I praise Thee
For all that Thou hast done,
Thy untold acts of graciousness—
The victory Thou hast won.
I praise Thee for the bitter cross,
And the wrath which thou did’st bear;
From whence all my salvation flows,
For my sins were on Thee there.
I praise Thee for the empty grave—
For the ascension cloud—
Praise falters on my tongue—I sigh
For praise more fit, more loud!
But more than all that Thou hast done,
I praise, for what Thou art—
The Son of God—the Son of man.
With a loving, beating heart.
I praise, Thee, that thou art my Lord—
My Saviour also, Thou—
My head—the object for my heart,
My everything, I trove!
And this my greatest joy on earth,
That Thou art with me here.
My greatest joy in heaven shall be,
That I am with Thee, there!
J. W. T.