O LAMB OF GOD! 'TIS JOY TO KNOW

O Lamb of God! 'tis joy to know
That path is o'er of shame and woe,
For us so meekly trod.
All finished is Thy work of toil;
Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.

Thy holy head, once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns;
Thy seat, the Father's throne.
Ten thousand thousands sing Thy praise,
Their harps the eternal anthem raise,
Worthy the Lamb alone.

And, Lord, for us Thou sittest there;
Thy members here Thy fullness share,
For us Thou dost receive.
Thy wisdom, riches, honours, powers,
Thy boundless love has made all ours,
Who in Thy love believe.

We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord;
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
And make our faces shine.
While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here,
How does the thought our spirits cheer,
The throne of glory's Thine.