O sing, glad heart, from deep within
Of the precious Lamb Who knew no sin.
From mountain top to lowly plain
Tell all the world His lovely name.
His story, too--it must be told,
How Love descended in days of old
And majesty shed for bone and skin,
An humble servant's life to begin.
Proclaim to cities far and wide
About the day Perfection died
Upon a cross stained sore with blood.
Announce the stone, where angels stood,
That could not contain our risen Lord,
Who to the Father upward soared.
Rejoice! glad heart, for the day grows nigh
When from earth to Glory we, too, shall fly.
by Paula Sansom
