Savior, Blessèd Savior (Thring)

lyricist: Godfrey Thring, 1862
Composer: Herbert Oakeley, 1868

Savior

bless­èd Sav­ior

list­en while we sing;

Hearts and voic­es ring­ing

prais­es to our king;

All we have to of­fer

all we hope to be

Body

soul

and spir­it

all we yield to Thee.

Near

ev­er near­er

Christ

we draw to Thee

Deep in ad­or­ation

bend­ing low the knee;

Thou for our re­demp­tion cam’st on earth to die;

Thou

that we might fol­low

hast gone up on high.

Great and ev­er great­er

are Thy mer­cies here;

True and ev­er­last­ing are the glor­ies there

Where no pain nor sor­row

toil nor care is known

Where the an­gel le­gions cir­cle round Thy throne.

Dark and ev­er dark­er

was the win­try past

Now a ray of glad­ness o’er our path is cast;

Every day that pass­eth

ev­ery hour that flies

Tells of love un­feign­èd

love that nev­er dies.

Clearer still and clear­er dawns the light from Heav’n

In our sad­ness bring­ing news of sin for­giv­en;

Life has lost its sha­dows

pure the light with­in;

Thou hast shed Thy ra­di­ance on a world of sin.

Brighter still and bright­er glows the west­ern sun

Shedding all its glad­ness o’er our work that’s done;

Time will soon be ov­er

toil and sor­row past

May we

bless­èd Sav­ior

find a rest at last.

Onward

ev­er on­ward

jour­ney­ing o’er the road

Worn by saints be­fore us

jour­ney­ing on to God;

Leaving all be­hind us

may we hast­en on

Backward nev­er look­ing till the prize is won.

Higher

then

and high­er bear the ran­somed soul

Earthly toils for­get­ting

Sav­ior

to its goal;

Where in joys un­thought of saints with an­gels sing

Never wea­ry

rais­ing

prais­es to their king.

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