Gazing on the Lord in Glory

Gazing on the Lord in glo­ry

While our hearts in wor­ship bow

There we read the won­drous sto­ry

Of the cross—its shame and woe.

Every mark of dark dis­hon­or

Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow

All the depths of Thy heart’s sor­row

Told in an­swer­ing glo­ry now.

On that cross alone—for­sak­en—

Where no pi­ty­ing eye was found;

Now to God’s right hand ex­alt­ed

With Thy praise the heav’ns re­sound.

Did Thy God e’en then for­sake Thee

Hide His face from Thy deep need?

In Thy face

once marred and smit­ten

All His glo­ry now we read.

Gazing on it we ad­ore Thee

Blessèd

pre­cious

ho­ly Lord;

Thou

the Lamb

alone art wor­thy:

This be earth’s and Heav’n’s ac­cord.

Rise

our hearts

and bless the Fa­ther

Ceaseless song e’en here be­gun

Endless praise and ad­or­ation

To the Fa­ther and the Son.