Father, we bless Thy holy name
For love, so full, so free,
That gave Thy Son for us to die
On Calvary’s cruel tree.
We bless Thee for the wondrous thought
That us to save from loss,
Thy Son, the Object of Thine heart,
Should die upon the cross.
The thought was Thine, the purpose, too,
The plan was all Thine own,
That we, as given to Thy Son,
Might share His glorious throne.
With grateful hearts we lowly bow,
And worship and adore,
And soon, mid scenes of purest light,
We’ll praise for evermore.