| We praise thy Name, O Lord most High, Redeemer of our souls from death, And all thy mercies magnify, In making known thy saving faith. | | Thou didst the humble fisher call, Beside the shores of Galilee: At thy command he gave up all, And left his nets to follow thee. | | O happy choice, for earthly toil The strife to rescue souls from sin; For treasures that may rust and spoil, The crown of heavenly life to win. | | O favoured one, who, ere he knew The sharpness of the coming cross, Of thy bright beauty caught the view That turns to gain all earthly loss. | | Thy promise is fulfilled, and he Dares in thy painful steps to go; To drink thy cup of agony, And drain the bitter dregs of woe. | | Grant, Lord, that hope of seeing thee In bliss may us with courage nerve, The world and all its pomp to flee, Our cross to bear, and thee to serve. | |