Treasure Island

John Knight

(8 September 1933 / Liverpool - UK)

1122 PRAISE THE LORD!


Worthy Oh Lamb of God - for praise
The Father's Only Son
To you our hymns of praise we raise
For Heaven's Beloved One.

Most prefectly expressed in you
All of Heaven's glories shine
You praise our God in all you do
Eternally Divine.

True image of the infinite
The Heart of God concealed
Flooding the World with holy light
The Love of God revealed.

Who comprehends your Holy Name?
Angels? They try and fail
Unchangeable - always the same
Demons before you quail.

Throughout the Universe and Space
Your are the central one
Your name is loved - in every place
For the love you have shown.

Worthy Oh Lamb of God - for praise
The Father's only Son
To you our hymns of praise we raise
For all that you have done.

(John Knight - Colchester - November 2009)

Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2009
Edited: Sunday, November 22, 2009

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