Lord, We Rejoice That Thou Art Gone (words only)
Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father’s throne;
Thy path of shame and suff’ring o’er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.
O cross of Christ! O Calvary!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?
We love to look within the tomb
Thy death has robbed of all it’s gloom;
The stone forever rolled away;
Thy death the pow’r of death did slay.
We joy to see Thee, Lord arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.
Lord, now we wait for Thee to come
And take us to Thy Father's home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ‘twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!
James G. Deck
H. Percy Smith