FAR above the highest heaven,
We behold Him there,
Shining in effulgent glory,
Fairest of the fair.
Far above all thrones and every
Name that can be named,
Principalities and powers,
Lord of all proclaimed.
When He stooped to bear our burden
On the cross of shame,
Man despised Him and disowned Him,
Scorned His lowly name.
Crucified Him there in weakness,
Laid Him with the dead,
Like a lamb oppressed, afflicted,
To the slaughter led.
Sorrow like no other sorrow
Filled His lonely path,
Deepened into bitter anguish,
Neath Jehovah’s wrath.
‘Twas for us He felt that darkness
Round His holy Head;
‘Tis for us He lives in glory,
First-born from the dead.
Far above all might, dominion,
In the highest place,
Soon we shall with adoration
See His blessed face.
C. A. W.