The P.P. Bliss Lyric Archive

We Love Him

written by Bliss on the death
of hymnwriter W.B. Bradbury

We love him, though his friendly hand
Has never clasped our own;
His gentle voice and loving smile
We never yet have known.
We love the sweet, the blessed songs
That he to us has giv'n;
We know he loved us here on earth,
We love him though in heaven.

We'll roll the chorus of praise along,
Till "Over the River" we go,
He'll lead us then in more beautiful songs
Than ever we knew below.

We love the sparkling "Golden Chain,"
The "Shower" of beauties rare;
The "Censer" full of joyous praise,
"Fresh Laurels" green and fair.
We love to sing his songs of heaven,
Of Jesus and his love;
They make us happier here below,
And raise our thoughts above.

We'll roll the chorus of praise along,
Till "Over the River" we go,
He'll lead us then in more beautiful songs
Than ever we knew below.

We love the things that he has loved,
We love his earthly name;
And when we know his angel form,
We'll love him just the same.
We'll love each other better then,
We'll love "Our Father" more;
We'll roll a sweeter song of praise
Along the "Golden Shore."

We'll roll the chorus of praise along,
Till "Over the River" we go,
He'll lead us then in more beautiful songs
Than ever we knew below.