Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise (Hymn 52)

Verse 1: Father, to Thee a joyful song we raise With all Thine own; And in Thy presence sound a note of praise To Thee alone; Bro't nigh, bro't home to Thee—O wondrous grace, That gives us now with Thine own Son our place. Verse 2: How deep the holy joy that fills that scene, Where love is known! Thy love, our God and Father, now is seen, In Him alone; As, in the holy calm of Thine own rest, He leads the praise of those Thy love has blessed. Verse 3: He leads the praise! How precious to Thine ear The song He sings! How precious, too, to Thee—how near, how dear Are those He brings To share His place: 'twas thus that Thou didst plan; Thou lovedst Him before the world began.