Lord, on the throne Thy love's the same

As once upon Thy cross of shame;

In lowliness Thou cam'st to die,

Thou livest now for us on high.

We see Thee there, the Lamb once slain;

Thy loss was our eternal gain;

We see Thee crowned with glory now,

No shade on Thy victorious brow.

The darkness shadowed Calv'ry's tree,

But now Thine unveiled face we see;

Praise be to God for that blest word,

That "Thou remainest," blessed Lord!

Yes! "Thou remainest": sea and land,

E'en heav'n shall pass, but Thou shalt stand;

Undimmed Thy radiancy appears,

Changeless through all the changing years.