|Truth & Praise||# 66|
|Worship & Remembrance||# 21|
O lead me to the Man that died, Who all God's nature glorified;
Descending to the depths of woe; And for us vanquished every foe!
O lead me to the empty tomb His death has robbed of all its gloom;
He's ris'n! the Lord of life and peace, And holds me in His fond embrace.
O lead me up to heaven's height, To see the Lord enthroned in light;
That gazing on His glory there, I may reflect His image here.
O lead me to that meeting rare, so often longed for in the air;
Then, then, His blessed face I'll see, And praise Him through eternity.
O lead me on to Zion's hill, To see the Lord His Word fulfil;
His glorious King is sitting there, Ruling o'er earth and sea and air.
O lead me to that scene sublime, Prepared by God before all time;
Sin, death, and night have passed away; Light, life, and love are there to stay.
There, too, the Eternal Three in One, Blest Father, Spirit and the Son,
Rest undisturbed forevermore; I wonder, worship, and adore!
Song InfoAuthor: Alfred Mace
Composer: H. Percy Smith