O Lord of Glory! Who Couldst Leave (words only)
[Recordings forthcoming, Lord willing]
O Lord of glory! who couldst leave
The height supreme in death to lie,
What tongue shall sing, what heart conceive
The love divine that made Thee die?
Bought with a price, forever Thine,
We break this bread, and drink this wine.
When here on earth, Thou wast alone
Proclaimer of this love to men;
Upon the cross 'twas fully known,
For God came forth to meet us then;
Rent from above, the parted veil
Announced to all that wondrous tale.
But ris'n, the Firstborn from the dead,
Triumphant hast Thou entered in;
The glorious Man, the living Head,
Thrice worthy Thou our hearts to win:
In Thy blest face all glories shine,
And there we gaze on love divine
L. E. Bevir
James G. Walton