GAZING ON THEE, LORD, IN GLORY

Gazing on Thee, Lord, in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross, its shame and woe.

Every mark of dark dishonour
Heaped upon Thy thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow
Told in answering glory now.

On that cross, alone, forsaken,
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now to God's right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound.

Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.

Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Blessed, precious, holy Lord;
Thou, the Lamb, art ever worthy;
This be earth's and heaven's accord.