Forerunner and Foundation of our Hope

Verse 1

Jesus the Lord, our souls adore, A painful sufferer now no more; High on his Father's throne he reigns O'er earth and heav'ns extensive plains.

Verse 2

His race for ever is complete, Forever undisturb'd his seat; Myriads of angels round him fly, And sing his well-gain'd victory.

Verse 3

Yet 'midst the honours of his throne, He joys not for himself alone; His meanest servants share their part, Share in that royal tender heart.

Verse 4

Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight, With sacred wonder and delight; Jesus thy own forerunner see Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.

Verse 5

Loud let the howling tempest yell, And foaming waves to mountains swell; No shipwreck can my vessel fear, Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here.