Hymn 235 — We'll praise Thee, glorious Lord,
| 235 | J. N. DARBY (1800-1882) | S.M. |
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We'll praise Thee, glorious Lord, Who died to set us free; No earthly songs can joy afford Like heav'nly melody. | |
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Love that no suff'ring stayed We'll praise -- true love divine; Love that for us atonement made, Love that has made us Thine. | |
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Love in Thy lonely life Of sorrow here below; Thy words of grace, with mercy rife, Make grateful praises flow. | |
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Love, that on death's dark vale Its sweetest odours spread, Where sin o'er all seemed to prevail, Redemption's glory shed. | |
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And now we see Thee ris'n, Who once for us hast died, Seated above the highest heav'n: The Father's Glorified. | |
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Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne, Thy foes Thy footstool made, And bring us with Thee as Thine own, In glory love displayed. | |
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Jesus, we wait for Thee, With Thee to have our part; What can full joy and blessing be But being where Thou art! | |