Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise

Father

to Thee a joyful song we raise

With all Thine own;

And in Thy presence sound a note of praise

To Thee alone;

Bro’t nigh

bro’t home to Thee—O wondrous grace

That gives us now with Thine own Son our place.

How deep the holy joy that fills that scene

Where love is known!

Thy love

our God and Father

now is seen

In Him alone;

As

in the holy calm of Thine own rest

He leads the praise of those Thy love has blessed.

He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear

The song He sings!

How precious

too

to Thee—how near

how dear

Are those He brings

To share His place: ’twas thus that Thou didst plan;

Thou lovedst Him before the world began.