Poetry for the Glory of God

How blessed we are! How blessed we are!
Sing unto the mountain tops,
Unto the ships and mills and shops,
Until time be for all to stop.

Who has blessed us? Who has blessed us?
T’is not by mine own hand.
Nay, it is done by none in the land.
Jehovah , our Lord, hath made us to stand!

Why doth He bless? Why doth He bless?
There’s nothing good of me.
I have given naught to He.
Yet He loves me; Love He be!

But what of He? But what of He?
Is that Man, Christ, not his own Son?
God let us slay Him! His blood did run
So that we sinners may of sin be done?

Look to the tomb! Look to the tomb!
Jesus has risen again to life.
For the faithfull’s sins He’s suffered strife.