The same day, at evening,
Many of the disciples were gathered.
As they communed together,
Though the doors were shut,
Jesus himself stood in the midst of them,
And saith unto them,
"Peace be unto to you"
But they were afraid,
And supposed that they had seen a spirit.
And He said unto them,
"Why are ye troubled?
And why do thoughts arise in your hearts?
Behold my hands and my feet that it is I, myself.
Handle me and see."
And when He had so said,
He showed unto them His hands and side.
Then when the disciples glad,
When they saw the Lord.
Jesus, my Saviour, Lord and King.
What greater name could e'er I sing?
Wht greater joy,
Than from thee I know?
What greater debt,
Than mine to owe?
Oh how my words in vain impart,
What glows within my grateful heart.
No tongue could ever right declare,
What tender love is written there.
Then thousand years could I employ
To show my praise, my thanks, my joy.
All of my life, yea all my days,
Still not enough to sing thy praise.
Ever I'll sing thy praise.