How vast the sufferings who can tell,
When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell,
And was in battle slain?
How great the triumph who can sing,
When from the grave th' immortal King
Triumphant rose again?

Yet we'll attempt his name to bless
While we pass through the wilderness
To Canaan's happy shore.
But when we reach the plains above,
And every breath we draw is love,
We'll sing his glories more.