A Song of Praise

From the heart whose cup o’erfloweth,
From the crowned life,
From the souls made "more than conquerors"
In the midst of strife,
Rises one glad Alleluia
To the King of love,
As a fragrance sweet ascending
To His throne above.

Praise to Thee Who hast redeemed us,
O all-glorious King,
Now and through the endless ages
Shall Thy praises ring.
For the lives Thy blood hath purchased,
Shall show forth Thy grace,
Evermore their witness bearing
In Thy Holy Place.

Praise for all the full deliverance
Of Thy wondrous Cross,
Where to death our life we yielded,
That most blessed loss.
Praise for that deep, boundless ocean
Of the life in Thee,
And th’ anointing of Thy spirit,
Which hath set us free.

Praise for all Thy grace untasted
Lying yet before,
And the things past understanding
Thou hast kept in store.
Praise for life within the Holiest
Even now begun,
For the radiance pure and holy
Of the unsetting Sun.

But past all the bliss Thou sheddest
On the yielded heart,
We would praise Thee and adore Thee,
Lord, for what Thou art,
Evermore in lowly worship
Bending at Thy feet,
Till within the gates of glory,
Face to face we meet.