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...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 3. WASHINGTON, D.C. by CLARENCE MAJOR |