8.8.6.8.8.6. sung to Pembroke 1 O JESUS, Lord, 'tis joy to know Thy path is o'er of shame and woe For us so meekly trod: All finished is Thy work of toil; Thou reapest now the fruit and spoil, Exalted by our God. 2 Thy holy head, once bound with thorns, The crown of glory now adorns, Thy seat, the Father's throne: O Lord, e'en now we sing Thy praise, Ours the eternal song to raise, Worthy the Lord alone. 3 As Head for us Thou sittest there, Thy members here the blessing share, Of all Thou dost receive: Thy wisdom, riches, honours, powers, Thy boundless love has all made ours, Who in Thy name believe. 4 We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord; Thy joys our deepest joys afford, The fruit of love divine: While sorrowing, suffering, toiling here, How does the thought our spirits cheer, The throne of glory's Thine! | Alternative tunes (8.8.6.8.8.6.)
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