1 FATHER, how precious unto Thee
Is Thy beloved Son,
In whom Thou dost perfection see,
Thy holy, blessed One!
2 When He in flesh the desert passed,
He loved to do Thy will;
His food it was, through to the last,
Thy pleasure to fulfil.
3 Only-begotten, He revealed
Thyself unto Thy praise:
The Father, until then concealed,
Was seen in all His ways.
4 As in His life, so in His death,
He was devoted still;
For us in love resigned His breath,
Obedient to Thy will.
5 He glorified Thee on the earth:
Thy work by Him was done;
And Thou, who knewest all His worth,
Didst glorify Thy Son.
6 Now crowned and seated on Thy throne,
He is Thy joy and rest;
And we who are through grace Thine own
In Him are fully blest.
7 He, preciousness itself to Thee,
To us is precious too;
We every beauty in Him see,
And Thine own glory view.
