PRAISE IN MANY TONGUES

We praise you, Lord, in many tongues
But all in Jesus’ name;
You climb down Jacob’s ladder’s rungs:
To all of us you came.

A special word to each one speaks,
Strikes deep within each chest,
And strengthens every heart that’s weak
To bring forth all God’s best.

Your image once defiled by Eve
Passed down through human race,
Through Mary’s “yes” we, too, receive
Begotten’s sinless face.

For in each face we all now see
Our Savior looking back–
A person for eternity
And each will nothing lack.

Each person an unequaled branch
Sprouts from Christ’s living Vine,
Wound all together in His Church–
All drink His Bloody Wine.

And when we wake from Jacob’s dream,
God’s angels still are there,
For we have crossed that Jordan stream,
And we breathe heaven’s air.