8.7.8.7. sung to Wellesley 1 FATHER, Oh, what boundless glory In Thy name of love we know, No more sweet, more wondrous story, Than Thy heart revealed below. 2 Thou whose blessed name is Holy --- Majesty supreme is Thine; Yet in One so meek and lowly We behold Thy brightness shine! 3 He in whom Thy heart delighted, Sent to earth, to grief and shame: Here, where all before had slighted, He alone declared Thy Name. 4 'Mid the darkness, Light resplendent, Purest, gentlest Stranger, He; While the world, in bitter ferment, Hated both Himself and Thee. 5 Then the cup, from Thy hand given, E'en to Thy beloved Son! Perfume sweet ascends to heaven: His most glorious work is done. 6 Blessed, beauteous contemplation --- Theme more full than all beside --- Cause of deepest adoration --- Thou, through Christ, art glorified! | Alternative tunes (8.7.8.7.)
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