Jesus, Lord, we joy be­fore Thee,
Sorrow’s night is o’er;
Foes are van­quished, Thou art vic­tor,
Evermore.

All the way Thy love has trod­den,
We with glad­ness trace,
All Thy faith­ful­ness and meek­ness,
All Thy grace.

To Thy Fa­ther’s will obe­di­ent,
Thou to death hast been,
Righteousness and peace em­brac­ing
There are seen.

’Tis as ris­en, Lord, we hail Thee,
Shadows passed away;
Love has tri­umphed; Thou hast made us
Thine for aye.

Now the Fa­ther’s name Thou tell­est;
Joy is in Thine heart;
In His love in which Thou dwell­est
We have part.

Joy we thus in Thee, Lord Je­sus,
Gladly prais­ing Thee;
Thine the tri­umph, Thine the glo­ry
Ever be.