THERE’S only one Man to be trusted,
Only one Man to be praised,
Only one Man for the Father
That glorified Him all His days.
This is the Man that’s rejected,
This is the Man that has died;
This is the Man that’s ascended
And patiently waits for His bride.
This is the Man of His purpose,
This is the Man of His plan;
This is the Man of His pleasure
Sat down at the Father’s right hand.
This is the King that is coming
To set up His throne in display,
Even so, then, “Come, Lord Jesus,”
The Spirit and Bride doth say.
JESUS! the very thought of Thee
With sweetness fills the breast,
But sweeter far Thy face to see
And in Thy presence rest.
JESUS! our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our Prize wilt be;
In Thee be all our glory now,
And through Eternity.