Jesus, the Glory Take!

Jesus

the glo­ry take!

Afflicted

and op­pressed

Reviled and hat­ed for Thy sake

Thou hast pro­nounced us blest:

The bless­ing we re­ceive

We all our seal set to

Now

Lord

we feel­ingly be­lieve

And own that Thou art true.

Faithful and good Thou art;

We taste the heav­en­ly pow­ers

The glo­ri­ous ear­nest in our heart

Ensures the king­dom ours:

Exceeding glad we are

Our ra­vished bo­soms swell

With ec­sta­sy too strong to bear

With joy un­speak­able.

Through per­se­cu­tion bold

To Thee our songs we raise;

Thee in the fur­nace we be­hold

Thee in the fires we praise:

We now the pro­mise know

Sufficient is Thy love

To bear us thro’ these storms be­low

And land us safe ab­ove.

To suf­fer now is sweet

For Thou the strength hast giv­en:

And O! how in­fi­nit­ely great

Is our re­ward in Heav­en!

We shall be sure­ly there

The fight will soon be won;

The cross we now with Je­sus bear

Shall lift us to the throne.

’Twas thus the saints of God

His mes­sen­gers and seers

The nar­row path of suf­fer­ings trod

And past the vale of tears

Through sore af­flict­ions past

To bet­ter worlds above

And more than con­quered all at last

In our Re­deem­er’s love.

Sufferers like them be­neath

Through much dis­tress and pain

Through all the toils of hell and death

We come with them to reign:

With Christ the glo­ri­ous King

Who wipes our tears away

And calls us up His praise to sing

In ev­er­last­ing day.