10s. sung to Morecambe 1 LORD Jesus, gladly do our lips express Our hearts' deep sense of all Thy worthiness; Thou Risen One, the Holy and the True, We give Thee now the praise so justly due. 2 Thou giv'st us, Lord, once more to taste down here, The joy Thy presence brings, its warmth and cheer; With great delight we 'neath Thy shadow rest, Thy fruit is sweet to those Thy love has blessed. 3 Thou wast alone, till like the precious grain, In death Thou layest, but did'st rise again; And in Thy risen life, a countless host Are "all of one" with Thee, Thy joy and boast. 4 We bless Thee, Lord, Thou lov'st to take Thy place Amongst Thine own, who taste Thy boundless grace 'Tis here we learn Thee, as Thou'rt known above, In heavenly glory --- home of perfect love. | Alternative tunes (10s.)
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