O, Jesus, Lord, ’tis joy to know

O

Jesus

Lord

’tis joy to know

Thy path is o’er of shame and woe

By Thee so meekly trod.

All finished is Thy work of toil

Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil

Exalted by our God.

Thy holy head

once bound with thorns

The crown of glory now adorns;

Thy seat

the Father’s throne.

O Lord

e’en now we sing Thy praise

Ours the eternal song to raise

Worthy the Lord alone!

We triumph in Thy triumphs

Lord

Thy joys our deepest joys afford

The fruit of love divine.

While sorrowing

suff’ring

toiling here

How does the thought our spirits cheer

The throne of glory’s Thine!