“He that offereth praise glorifieth me.”―Psalms 1:23.
PRAISE, oh praise our God and Father,
Sing aloud His matchless grace,
Richly hath our Father blessed us,
Given us in His Son a place:
We are linked with Jesus risen,
Risen from among the dead,
And we hail Him now in heaven
As our living, glorious Head.
Once He passed through depths of judgment,
Through unutterable woe,
To obtain for us salvation,
And to save us from the foe.
Now what rapture to behold Him,
Seated on His Father’s throne,
Every knee in worship bending
To God’s well-beloved Son!
Brought to God in resurrection,
In the triumph of His Son,
For us there’s no condemnation,
Sin, the sting of death, is gone:
In His Christ our Father sees us,
Holy, blameless in His sight,
We are there before Him ever,
“As He is”―in cloudless light.
Sealed, ind welt by God the Spirit,
We are now God’s children dear;
‘Tis our Father’s joy to have us
In His presence without fear:
Pilgrims on our way to heaven,
Loved and cared for day by day;
Filled with praises, may we ever
Go rejoicing on our way.
M. S. S.