Verse 1
O Christ, whose glory fills our days,
Whose beauty shines from shore to shore;
Our gladdest songs on high we raise
To Thee whom earth and heav’n adore.
Verse 2
Thy glory Thou to us hast shown,
Thy name proclaimed by Thy word;
Thy majesty is surely known,
Thy praise among all people heard.
Verse 3
The drooping spirit lives again,
The fainting heart regains its power,
The sick and lame. Thy promise claim
In this Thy great appointed hour.
Verse 4
With what a wealth of faith and hope
Thy word is grasped, the weak made strong:
We stretch our hands to touch Thy robe
And healed and blessed, Thy praise prolong.
Author: W.G. Hathaway