Jesus, the Lord of glory, died, That we might never die; And now He reigns supreme, to guide His people to the sky. Weak though we are, He still is near, To lead, console, defend; In all our sorrow, all our fear, Our all-sufficient Friend. From His high throne in bliss, He deigns Our every prayer to heed; Bears with our folly, soothes our pains, Supplies our every need. And from His love's exhaustless spring, Joys like a river come, To make the desert bloom and sing, O'er which we travel home. O Jesus, there is none like Thee, Our Saviour and our Lord; Through earth and heaven exalted be, Beloved, obey'd, adored. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE PET NAME by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LETTER TO MY SISTER by ANNE SPENCER UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |