The Endless Song
Oh! the joy of the salvation
We possess around the throne!
Countless thoughts of admiration,
Mingling, leave that joy but one.
Hark! Ten thousand voices crying
"Lamb of God!" with one accord;
Thousand thousand saints replying -
Bursts at once the echoing chord.
Long, with free and glad devotion,
Universal praise prevails;
Till, blest fruit of deep emotion,
Voice by voice in silence fails.
Now, in wondrous adoration
Dwelling on His matchless love,
Swayed with power of that salvation,
Silence fills the courts above.
Then, their richest thoughts unfolding,
Each to each, with joy divine
Heavenly converse blissful holding,
Tells how bright His glories shine.
Some on God's high glories dwelling,
Brightly beaming in His face;
Some His first-born greatness telling -
Ordering all things in their place:
These - of Godhead's counsels deep
Him th'Accomplisher proclaim;
These - how Jesus' self could weep,
Of Godhead's love the Witness came.
All on love surpassing rest,
That clothed in flesh the great I AM;
Till, from one heart, divinely prest,
Bursts forth at length the loud exclaim.
