GLORY to Thee; Thou Son of God most High,
All praise to Thee!
Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky,
Who died for me;
High on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus, bend
As grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend.
Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned –
Gethsemane!
Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord, falling to the ground
So heavily;
Dark was the night, but heaven was darker still,
O Christ my God! – is this the Father’s will?
Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree,
Man’s cruelty!
Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me?
Thou lovest me!
Would that my soul could understand its length,
Its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength!
Thy precious blood was freely shed for me
On Calvary
To save me from a lost eternity;
Glory to Thee!
Nor death, nor hell, nor things below – above
Can sever me from Thy eternal love.
Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound;
Thou lovest me!
Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord – profound,
Lord, I love Thee!
And when above, my crown is at Thy feet,
I’ll praise Thee still for Calvary’s mercy seat.
GLORY to Thee; Thou Son of God most High,
All praise to Thee!
Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky,
Who died for me;
High on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus, bend
As grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend.
Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned –
Gethsemane!
Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord, falling to the ground
So heavily;
Dark was the night, but heaven was darker still,
O Christ my God! – is this the Father’s will?
Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree,
Man’s cruelty!
Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me?
Thou lovest me!
Would that my soul could understand its length,
Its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength!
Thy precious blood was freely shed for me
On Calvary
To save me from a lost eternity;
Glory to Thee!
Nor death, nor hell, nor things below – above
Can sever me from Thy eternal love.
Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound;
Thou lovest me!
Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord – profound,
Lord, I love Thee!
And when above, my crown is at Thy feet,
I’ll praise Thee still for Calvary’s mercy seat.
Tune Name: GRATEFUL PRAISE
Words: Samuel Medley (1738-1799)
Music: Anonymous
Arrangement: Karissa Carlson
Now in a song of grateful praise
To Thee, O Lord, my voice I’ll raise;
With all Thy saints I’ll join to tell:
My Jesus hath done all things well.
How sov’reign, wonderful and free
Hath been Thy wondrous love to me!
Thou sav’dst me from the jaws of hell:
My Jesus hath done all things well.
Since e’er my soul has known Thy love,
What mercies Thou hast made me prove:
Thy mercies do all praise excel;
My Jesus hath done all things well.
And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell:
My Jesus hath done all things well.
Tune Name: AUSTRIAN HYMN
Words: John Newton (1725-1807)
Music: Franz Joseph Haydn (1732-1809)
Arrangement: Karissa Carlson
Glorious things of Thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;
He whose word cannot be broken
Formed thee for His own abode.
On the Rock of Ages founded,
What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation’s walls surrounded,
Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
See the streams of living waters
Springing from eternal Love –
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove.
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows their thirst to assuage?
Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver,
Never fails from age to age!
Round each habitation hov’ring,
See the cloud and fire appear
For a glory and a cov’ring,
Showing that the Lord is near!
Thus deriving from their banner
Light by night and shade by day;
Safe they feed upon the manna
Which He gives them when they pray.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow’r are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And tho’ this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph thro’ us.
The Prince of Darkness grim –
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly pow’rs,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Thro’ Him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.