O new-born joy! O heavenly rest!
Close gathered to the Saviour’s breast.
Ours His joy; ours His throne:
Our only title, Christ alone!
O new heart, sing this strain of joy
The theme of grace, thy sweet employ.
The Lord, the Christ, once crucified,
Calls thus His saved ones to His side.
To be Him amid that scene
Whose glories eye has never seen;
To be with Him upon the throne;
Still more blest―His heart our own!
T. M.