I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord.
Philippians 3:8
Words: Arthur T. Russell, 1851.
Music: Meirionnydd William F. Lloyd, in Caniadau Seion, edited by R. Mills, 1840 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Russell or Lloyd (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
O Jesus, we adore Thee,
Upon the cross, our King!
We bow our hearts before Thee,
Thy gracious name we sing.
That name hath brought salvation,
That name in life our stay,
Our peace, our consolation,
When life shall fade away.
Yet doth the world disdain Thee,
Still passing by the cross;
Lord, may our hearts retain Thee;
All else we count but loss.
Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned Thee,
And nailed Thee to the tree;
Our pride, our Lord, disdained Thee;
Yet deign our Hope to be.
O glorious King, we bless Thee,
No longer pass Thee by;
O Jesus, we confess Thee
The Son enthroned on high.
Lord, grant to us remission;
Life through Thy death restore;
Yea, grant us fruition
Of life forevermore.