Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High

Glory to Thee; Thou Son of God most High, All praise to Thee! Glory to Thee, enthroned above the sky, Who died for me; High on Thy throne, Thine ear, Lord Jesus, bend As grateful hearts now to Thyself ascend.

Deep were Thy sorrows, Lord, when heaven frowned— Gethsemane! Bloodlike Thy sweat, Lord falling to the ground So heavily; Dark was the night, but heaven was darker still, O Christ my God!—is this the Father's will?

Thorns wreathed Thy brow when hanging on the tree, Man's cruelty! Why lavish love like this, O Lord, on me! Thou lovest me! Would that my soul could understand its length, Its breadth, depth, height, and everlasting strength!

Thy precious blood was freely shed for me On Calvary To save me from a lost eternity; Glory to Thee! Nor death, nor hell, nor things below—above Can sever me from Thy eternal love.

Like shoreless seas, Thy love can know no bound; Thou lovest me! Deep, vast, immense, unfathomed, Lord—profound, Lord, I love Thee! And when above, my crown is at Thy feet, I'll praise Thee still for Calvary's mercy seat.