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.