1  Lord Jesus, gladly do our lips express

    Our heart's deep sense of all Thy worthiness;

    Thou risen One, the Holy and the True,

    We give Thee now the praise so justly due.

 2  Thou giv'st us, Lord, once more to taste down here

    The joy Thy presence brings, its warmth and cheer;

    With great delight we 'neath Thy shadow rest;

    Thy fruit is sweet to those Thy love has blest.

 3  Thou wast alone, till like the precious grain

    In death Thou layest, but didst rise again;

    And in Thy risen life a countless host

    Are "all of one" with Thee, Thy joy and boast.