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More than Heaven

Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father

Translator: Frances Bevan; Author: C. P. C.
Published in 1 hymnal

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Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father
Tells His heart to me—
Jesus, God Who made the Heavens,
Made the earth to be—

Jesus, Lamb of God once offered
For the guilt of men,
In the Heavens interceding
Till Thou come again—

Jesus, once by God abandoned,
Smitten, cursed for me,
Sentenced at the throne of judgment,
Dying on the tree—

Jesus, risen and ascended,
On the Father’s throne,
All the Heaven of Heavens resounding
With Thy Name alone—

There, beholding Thee, forgetting
Sorrow, sin, and care,
Know I not that earth is darkened;
Nor that Heaven is fair—

Songs and psalteries of Heaven
Hushed the while I hear
Thy beloved Voice that speaketh,
Sweet, and still, and near;

That entrancing Song that ever
Thou shalt sing alone—
Joy that Thou hast sought and found me,
Won me for Thine own.

Barred to me that Heavenly Eden
Till the flaming Sword,
In God’s righteous wrath uplifted,
Smote Thee, O my Lord.

Led within those gates unguarded,
Paradise is mine;
But the glory and the beauty
Is that love of Thine.

Therefore, O my Lord, I reckon
All things else as loss;
More than Heaven itself is precious,
Memory of Thy Cross.

More than Heaven itself Thou givest
In the desert now,
For the crown of my rejoicing,
Jesus, Lord, art Thou.

Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series), 1899

Translator: Frances Bevan

Bevan, Emma Frances, née Shuttleworth, daughter of the Rev. Philip Nicholas Shuttleworth, Warden of New Coll., Oxford, afterwards Bishop of Chichester, was born at Oxford, Sept. 25, 1827, and was married to Mr. R. C. L. Bevan, of the Lombard Street banking firm, in 1856. Mrs. Bevan published in 1858 a series of translations from the German as Songs of Eternal Life (Lond., Hamilton, Adams, & Co.), in a volume which, from its unusual size and comparative costliness, has received less attention than it deserves, for the trs. are decidedly above the average in merit. A number have come into common use, but almost always without her name, the best known being those noted under “O Gott, O Geist, O Licht dea Lebens," and "Jedes Herz will etwas… Go to person page >

Author: C. P. C.

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First Line: Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father
Title: More than Heaven
Translator: Frances Bevan
Author: C. P. C.
Language: English


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Hymns of Ter Steegen and Others (Second Series) #105

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