Glory to Thee, O Lord (Toke)

Glory to Thee

O Lord

Who

from this world of sin

By cru­el He­rod’s ruth­less sword

Those pre­cious ones didst win.

Baptized in their own blood

Earth’s un­tried per­ils o’er

They passed un­con­scious­ly the flood

And safe­ly gained the shore.

Glory to Thee for all

The ran­somed in­fant band

Who

since that hour have heard Thy call

And reached the qui­et land.

O that our hearts with­in

Like theirs

were pure and bright

O that as free from stain of sin

We shrank not from Thy sight.

Lord

help us ev­ery hour

Thy cleans­ing grace to claim;

In life to glo­ri­fy Thy pow­er

In death to praise Thy name.