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. | |