Of Thee, Lord, we would never tire;

Of Thee, Lord, we would never tire; This new and living food Can satisfy our hearts' desire, For life is in Thy blood.

If through the night a happy song Our wearied spirits raise, What greater joys shall cause ere long Eternal bursts of praise!

To look within and see no stain, Abroad no guilt to trace; To shed no tears, to feel no pain, To see Thee face to face.

To find each hope of glory gained, Fulfilled each precious word, And fully all to have attained The image of our Lord.

For this we're pressing onward still! And in this hope would be More subject to the Father's will, Lord Jesus, more like Thee.