1  Gazing on the Lord in glory,

       While our hearts in worship bow,

    There we read the wondrous story

       Of the cross — its shame and woe.

 2  Every mark of dark dishonor

       Heaped upon the thorn-crowned brow,

    All the depths of Thy heart's sorrow

       Told in answ'ring glory now.

 3  On that cross, alone, forsaken,

       Where no pity'ng eve was found;

    Now, to God's right hand exalted,

       With Thy praise the heavens resound.

 4  Did Thy God e'en then forsake Thee,

       Hide His face from Thy deep need?

    In Thy face once marred and smitten,

       All His glory now we read.

 5  Gazing on it we adore Thee,

       Blessed, precious, holy Lord;

    Thou, the Lamb, alone art worthy —

       This be earth's and heaven's accord.

 6  Rise our hearts, and bless the Father,

       Ceaseless song e'en here begun,

    Endless praise and adoration

       To the Father and the Son.