To Jesus, Our Exalted Lord

To Je­sus

our ex­alt­ed Lord

(Dear name

by Heav’n and earth ado­red!)

Fain would our hearts and voic­es raise

A cheer­ful song of sac­red praise.

But all the notes which mor­tals know

Are weak and lang­uish­ing and low;

Far

far above our hum­ble songs

The theme de­mands im­mor­tal tongues.

Yet while around His board we meet

And wor­ship at His glo­ri­ous feet;

O let our warm af­fect­ions move

In glad re­turns of grate­ful love.

Yes

Lord

we love

and we adore

But long to know and love Thee more;

And while we taste the bread and wine

Desire to feed on joys di­vine.

Let faith our feeble sens­es aid

To see Thy won­drous love dis­played

Thy brok­en flesh

Thy bleed­ing veins

Thy dread­ful ago­niz­ing pains.

Let hum­ble

pe­ni­ten­tial woe

With pain­ful

pleas­ing ang­uish flow

And Thy for­giv­ing smiles im­part

Life

hope

and joy to ev­ery heart.