There like the angels we shall be, We shall be, And shall the Lord in glory see; Hallelujah, hallelujah. With gladsome praises we adore, We adore, Our Lord and Savior evermore; Hallelujah, hallelujah. His hymns on the life and work of our Lord are too numerous to be more than indicated here. The following hymn on the text, "Blessed are the eyes that see what ye see, and the ears that hear what ye hear", is typical of his expository hymns. Blessed were the eyes that truly Here on earth beheld the Lord; Happy were the ears that duly Listened to His living word. Which proclaimed the wondrous story Of God's mercy, love and glory. Kings and prophets long with yearning Prayed to see His day appear; Angels with desire were burning To behold the golden year When God's light and grace should quicken All that sin and death had stricken. He who, light and life revealing, By His Spirit stills our want; He, who broken hearts is healing By His cup and at the font, Jesus, Fount of joy incessant, Is with light and grace now present. Eyes by sin and darkness blinded May now see His glory bright; Hearts perverse and carnal minded May obtain His Spirit's light. When, contrite and sorely yearning, They in faith to Him are turning. Blessed are the eyes that truly Now on earth behold the Lord; Happy are the ears that duly Listen to His living word! When His words our spirits nourish Shall the kingdom in us flourish. Grundtvig reaches his greatest height in his hymns of praise to Christ, the Redeemer. Many of his passion hymns have not been translated into English. In the original, the following hymn undoubtedly ranks with the greatest songs of praise to the suffering Lord. Hail Thee, Savior and Atoner! Though the world Thy name dishonor, Moved by love my heart proposes To adorn Thy cross with roses And to offer praise to Thee. O what moved Thee so to love us, When enthroned with God above us, That for us Thou all wouldst offer And in deep compassion suffer Even death that we might live. Love alone Thy heart was filling When to suffer Thou wert willing. Rather givest Thou than takest, Hence, O Savior, Thou forsakest All to die in sinner's place. Ah, my heart in deep contrition Now perceives its true condition, Cold and barren like a mountain, How could I deserve the fountain Of Thy love, my Savior dear. Yet I know that from thy passion Flows a river of salvation Which can bid the mountain vanish, Which can sin and coldness banish, And restore my heart in Thee. Lord, with tears I pray Thee ever: Lead into my heart that river, Which with grace redeeming cleanses Heart and soul of all offences, Blotting out my guilt and shame.