1 Son of God, with joy we praise Thee,
On the Father's throne above;
All Thy wondrous work displays Thee,
Full of grave and full of love!
Lord, accept our adoration--
For our sins Thou once wast slain;
Through Thy blood we have salvation;
Soon shall share Thine endless reign.
2 God, in Thee His love unfolding,
Shows how vast, how rich, His grace;
Blest our lot, with joy beholding
All His glory in Thy face.
Oh, the mercy which hath blest us,
Purposed thus ere time began,--
Mercy which in Thee hath kept us,
Where His blessed race He ran!
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| First Line: | Son of God! with joy we praise Thee |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |