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.