JESUS, Lord, to Thee we sing,

JESUS, Lord, to Thee we sing, Thee our Saviour, Priest, and King, Who our guilt and woes sustained. And the cup of vengeance drain'd: Now Thou sitt'st enthroned on high, Crown'd with power and victory; All Thy foes shall prostrate fall, Every nation hear Thy call.

As at morning's youthful hour, Dewdrops gem each leaf and flower, So, O Lord, our sons unborn, Shall Thy crowded courts adorn; Gladly own Thee for their King, Gladly free-will offerings bring, Boundless as Thy wondrous love.