O Let us ever dwell

O Let us ever dwell
On the transporting thought!
We shall the joys of Jesus feel,
Up to His bosom caught
We shall His glory see,
In silent raptures gaze,
The Man that hung upon the tree
We shall behold His face.

Shall soon behold our God,
But not as crucified;
The Lamb His vesture dipp'd in blood
At last hath laid aside:
As God's eternal Son
He now appears above,
And sits upon His dazzling throne
Of everlasting love.

Is this the Man of woe,
Whom glorious now we see!
The Man who suffer'd want below,
And shame, and agony!
Who here insulted was,
And scourged, and crucified,
Hung pierced, and naked on the cross,
And bled, and groan'd, and died!

Tis He! the Prince of peace!
Tis He! the Lord of power!
Whom all these shining hosts of His
Their Maker God adore:
He suffer'd in our stead,
That we with Him might reign;
But He shall never bow His head,
Shall never die again.