Jesus, wondrous Savior! Christ, of kings the King!
Angels fall before Thee, prostrate worshipping;
Fairest they confess Thee in the Heavín above.
We would sing Thee fairest here in hymns of love.
Fairer far than
sunlight unto eyes that wait
Amid fear and darkness, ítil the morning break;
Fairer than the day-dawn, hills and dales among,
When its tide of glory wakes the tide of song.
Sweeter far than music quivering from keys
That unbind all feeling with strange harmonies.
Thou art more and dearer than all minstrelsy;
Only in Thy presence can joyís fullness be.
All earthís flowing pleasures were a wintry sea,
Heavín itself without Thee dark as night would be.
Lamb of God! Thy glory is the light above.
Lamb of God! Thy glory is the life of love.
Life is death if severed from Thy throbbing heart.
Death with life abundant at Thy touch would start.
Worlds and men and angels all consist in Thee:
Yet Thou camest to us in humility.
Jesus! All perfections rise and end in Thee;
Brightness of Godís glory Thou, eternally,
Favored beyond measure they Thy face who see;
May we gracious Savior, share this ecstasy.