Scripture Verse

I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ. Philippians 3:8


Words: Ano­ny­mous, in The New Child­ren’s Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by John I. Tuck­er (New York: James Pott, 1892), num­ber 90, alt.

Music: Mur­frees­bo­ro Re­gin­ald Geof­frey, 1892 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know the ly­ri­cist, or where to get a good pho­to of him or Geoff­rey,


By the thor­ny way of sor­row,
Counting earth­ly gain but loss;
Wins the Church her glad to­mor­row,
In re­demp­tion by the cross.
Lenten clouds away have drift­ed,
Comes at length her great re­wards,
And her eyes are now up­lift­ed,
To the glo­ry of her Lord.

Alleluia! King eter­nal!
Lord of life! the strife is o’er;
Thou hast quelled the pow’rs in­fer­nal;
Throwing wide high Hea­ven’s door;
Alleluia! He has ris­en!
And His own, in Him shall rise;
Broken are the bars of pri­son;
Won the rest of pa­ra­dise.

Forth His Church shall go to meet Him,
In the break­ing of the dawn!
At her al­tars kneel to greet Him!
On this glo­ri­ous East­er morn:
Whom His cha­lice veils en­fold­ing
Very bread! and ve­ry wine!
We adore by faith be­hold­ing:
In this Eu­cha­rist di­vine.

In His man­hood, Christ vic­to­ri­ous
Won for man o’er death the strife;
In His God­head ev­er glo­ri­ous:
Grants the gift of end­less life;
Hail! all hail! the King im­mor­tal!
Who shall with His Church abide
Till we pass through death’s dark por­tal
To th’eter­nal East­er­tide.