Gazing on the Lord in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross it's shame and woe.

Every mark of dark dishonour
Heaped upon the thorn-crown'd brow,
All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow
Told in answering glory now.

On  that cross alone forsaken
Where no pitying eye was found;
Now to God's right hand exalted,
With Thy praise the heavens resound.

Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee,
Hide His face from Thy deep need ?
In Thy face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.

Gazing on it we adore Thee,
Bless´d, precious, Holy Lord;
Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy,
This be earth's and heaven's accord.

Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song e'en here begun,
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son.

8,7.            Miss C. Thompson