Jesus, He the Savior is,
O what a theme is this,
Praise shall be forever His
Seated now in glory.
O Savior, precious Lord,
Worthy to be adored;
Join now with glad accord,
Give Him honor, glory.
Jesus—precious name to know,
While pilgrims here below,
By His blood made white as snow
Meet to dwell in glory.
Jesus—O, how sweet that name,
For evermore the same,
Worthy He of highest fame
And of honor, glory.
Jesus, ever faithful Friend,
His love will never end,
He will all His own defend
Till with Him in glory.
Jesus hath done all things well,
Now let the tidings swell,
Of His grace the story tell,
Till the dawn of glory.
Jesus, O, what love and grace,
In all His ways we trace,
O, what joy to see His face,
In the brightest glory.
Jesus soon again will come
And gather all His own,
Ever then to be at home
In His rest in glory.
Jesus, when on earth was slain,
Now lives on high again;
He in righteousness will reign
When He comes in glory.