Father, how precious unto Thee
Is Thy beloved Son,
In whom Thou dost perfection see,
Thy holy blessed One!
When He in flesh the desert passed,
He loved to do Thy will ;
His food it was, through to the last,
Thy pleasure to fulfil.
Only begotten, He revealed
Thyself unto thy praise:
The Father, until then concealed,
Was seen in all His ways.
As in His life, so in His death,
He was devoted still ;
For us in love resigned His breath,
Obedient to Thy will.
He glorified Thee on the earth:
Thy work by Him was done ;
And Thou, who knewest all His worth,
Didst glorify Thy Son.
Now crowned and seated on Thy throne,
And we who are through grace Thine own
In Him are fully blest.
He, preciousness itself to Thee,
To us is precious too ;
We every beauty in Him see,
And Thine own glory view.