Music by Wilhelm Brockhaus, words by Centra Thompson
Gazing on You, Lord, in glory,
While our hearts in worship bow,
There we read the wondrous story
Of the cross-- its shame and woe.
Every mark of dark dishonor
Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,
All the depths of Your 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 Your praise the heavens resound!
Then did God indeed forsake You,
Hide His face from Your deep need?
In Your face, once marred and smitten,
All His glory now we read.
Gazing on it we adore You,
Blessed, precious, holy Lord!
You, the Lamb, alone are worthy--
This be earth's and heaven's accord.
Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,
Ceaseless song of joy begun;
Endless praise and adoration
To the Father and the Son!