FATHER, TO THEE A JOYFUL SONG WE RAISE
1. Father, to Thee
a joyful song we raise
With all Thine own;
And in Thy presence
sound a note of praise
To Thee alone;
Bro't nigh, bro't
home to Thee - O wondrous grace,
That gives us now
with Thine own Son our place.
2. How deep the
holy joy that fills that scene,
Where love is
known!
Thy love, our God
and Father, now is seen,
In Him alone;
As, in the holy
calm of Thine own rest,
He leads the praise
of those Thy love has blessed.
3. He leads the
praise! How precious to Thine ear
The song He sings!
How precious, too,
to Thee - how near, how dear
Are those He brings
To share His place:
'twas thus that Thou didst plan;
Thou lovedst Him before the world began.
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