On earth the song begins;
In heaven more sweet and loud—
"To Him that cleansed our sins
By His atoning blood;
To Him," we sing in joyful strain,
"Be honor, power and praise, Amen."
Alone He bare the cross,
Alone its grief sustained;
His was the shame and loss,
And He the victory gained;
The mighty work was all His own,
Though we shall share His glorious throne.