O Jesus! the glory, the wonder, and love,
Of angels and perfected spirits above,
And saints who behold Thee not, yet dearly love,
Rejoicing in hope of thy glory:
Thou only, and wholly, art lovely and fair,
Who robb'st not JEHOVAH, with Him to compare.
JEHOVAH's own image glows in thee,-shines there
In visible bodily glory.
Worth divine dwells in thee;
Excellent dignity;
Beauty and Majesty;
Glory environs thee;
Power, honor, dominion, and life rest on thee,
O thou chiefest among the ten thousands!
Wherever we view thee, new glories arise;
The Man who's God's fellow, who rides on the skies;
Made flesh, dwelt among us; brought God to our eyes;
In grace and truth showing His glory.
Thou spak'st to existence the heavens and their hosts,
The earth and its fullness, the seas and their coasts;
Time hangs on thy Word, and eternity boasts
To crown and adorn thee with glory.
Worth divine, &c.
But how lovely and fair dost thou look in our eyes
When we view thee incarnate in childhood's disguise!
Thy loves, past all knowledge, with rapture surprise
And ravish our hearts with thy glory.
Thou in thine own body, accurs'd on the tree,
Did'st bear all our sins, while thy God frowned on thee,
Expiring in blood in our stead;-and now we
Exult in thy merit and glory.
Worth divine, &c.
Thy blood all divine, from the grave back again
Brought thee, King of glory, thou Lamb who wart slain!
First-born from the dead, crowned with honor supreme,
Thy name is exalted in glory.
O hasten thy coining that in glory adored,
We may see thee, our Savior, our God, and our Lord,
And joy in thy joy over all things restored,
And eternity blaze with thy glory.
Worth divine, &c.
From a Scotch Hymn Book-slightly altered.