Lord, We Have All Forsook

Lord

we have all for­sook

Thy dy­ing love to know

To bear Thy light and ea­sy yoke

And in Thy foot­steps go;

Our plea­sure

goods

and fame:

We yield what we have stored

In pain

and po­ver­ty

and shame

Partakers with our Lord.

Armed with Thy strength alone

We still our all re­sign;

The lives which once we called our own

Are not our own

but Thine:

Ready we al­ways stand

In Thine al­migh­ty pow­er

To yield them up at Thy com­mand

And meet the fie­ry hour.

Where is the pro­mise then

The bliss Thou hast pre­pared

For us be­fore the sons of men

Where is our great re­ward?

The hun­dred­fold in­crease

Of goods

and lands

and friends

The sweet un­ut­ter­able peace

The joy that nev­er ends!

Surely we are pos­sessed

Of Thee our re­com­pense

Ecstasy fills our pant­ing breast

And pains our ach­ing sense:

What hath the world like this!

The joy which now we know—

’Tis more than joy

or life

or bliss

’Tis Heav­en be­gun be­low.

Yet O! we look for more

And migh­ti­er joys above

The full­ness of Thy heav­en­ly store

Of Thine eter­nal love:

Glory shall end the strife

And in these bo­dies shine;

Jesu

our ev­er­last­ing life

Our flesh shall be like Thine.

Changed by His migh­ty love

We shall be as our Lord

And sit up­on our thrones above

And bless His just award:

While trem­bling at the bar

Devils and ty­rants stand

We shall with Him their doom de­clare

And shout at His right hand.

Then ev­ery saint of His

Shall lean up­on His breast;

The wick­ed there from troub­ling cease

And there the wea­ry rest:

Our suf­fer­ings all are o’er

Our tears are wiped away

We on­ly love

re­joice

adore

Through one eter­nal day.

The riv­ers of de­light

That there our souls em­brace

The glo­ri­ous bea­ti­fic sight

That veils the an­gel’s face

The joys in­ef­fa­ble

That from Thy pre­sence flow

The full­ness here we can­not tell

But

Lord

we die to know.