268: HOLY Lord, we think of Thee

268: HOLY Lord, we think of Thee

by William Wooldridge Fereday (1863-1959)

1 HOLY Lord, we think of Thee,
Of Thy woe and agony,
Of Thy suffering on the tree;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

2 Wondrous grace to ruined man
In that vast eternal plan;
Far too vast for thought to scan;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

3 Ponder we Thy lowly bed,
Son of God in manger laid,
Born to Calvary to be led;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

4 Saviour, we Thy path retrace,
Patient love and lowly grace,
Matchless, holy, all Thy ways;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

5 To Thy cross we turn our eyes,
Slain that guilty worms might rise;
Precious, perfect sacrifice!
Saviour, we adore Thee.

6 Gaze we at the empty tomb;
Gone our sins, dispelled our gloom,
We are free --- beyond sin's doom;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

7 Look we to the throne of God;
There in glory's blest abode,
We behold Thee, risen Lord;
Saviour, we adore Thee.

8 Soon for us Thou wilt return;
Lord, for Thee our spirits yearn;
Haste we to that blissful morn;
Saviour, we adore Thee.