1 O Lord, Thou now art seated,
Above the heavens, on high,
(The gracious work completed
For which Thou cam'st to die;)
To Thee our hearts are lifted,
While pilgrims wand'ring here,
For Thou alone art gifted
Our ev'ry weight to bear.
2 We know, Lord, Thou hast bought us,
And washed us in Thy blood;
We know Thy grace has brought us,
As kings and priests, to God.
We know that that blest morning,
Lord looked for, draweth near,
When we, at Thy returning,
In glory shall appear.
3 Oh, by Thy love constrain us,
And fix our hearts on Thee;
Let nothing henceforth pain us
But that which paineth Thee;
Our joy, our blest endeavor--
Through suff'ring, conflict, shame,--
To serve Thee, gracious Saviour,
And magnify Thy name.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | O Lord, Thou now art seated |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1881 |