Son of the living God!
In whom, by whom we live,
Whom to redeem a ruined world
The Father’s love could give;
Thou are, revealed, the Rock
Whereon Thy church is built;
The faithful Guardian of the flock
For whom Thy blood was spilled.
All power to Thee belongs
In heaven and on earth,
And thou couldst bear unnumbered wrongs
In silence from Thy birth!
Thou, who in weakness here,
Didst condescend to be,
In garb of toil who didst appear,
Thou Christ! We worship Thee.
Oh! ‘tis our joy to trace
The glory of that light
That overcame supreme in grace,
The chaos of our night,
The glory that transforms
Our darkness into day,
And vessels for Thy pleasure forms
From Egypt’s worthless clay.
Created, Lord, by Thee
Are all things, and Thine own;
The First, eternally we see,
Thou rulest from the Throne
Thou breathest, as the Head,
The Body acts for Thee,
Thou art the quickener of the dead,
The judge Thou, too, shalt be.
The Sure Foundation Thou,
The once rejected Stone,
The Chief stone; yea, the Center now;
Exalted o’er Thine own.
The Counselor Thou art,
By whom dissensions cease;
Exponent of the Father’s heart,
The King, the Prince of Peace.
Thou are the Prophet, heard
Through Israel’s darkest night;
Almighty Thou, in deed and word,
Effulgent as the light.
Sent of the Father, Thou
Who camest forth to save,
Found man Thy claims could disallow,
And hew for Thee a grave!
Lord Jesus! Thou alone
The resurrection art;
Thy welling tears for death make known
Depths in a Saviour’s heart.
The Way, the Truth, the Life,
The first-born from the dead,
God’s Isaac, Thou, beneath the knife
Unbound, couldst bow the head.
Our Passover art Thou,
By Israel blindly slain;
Without their hope they wander now,
Till Thou return again.
Thou art gone up on high
For us to intercede,
Melchisedek, not born to die,
For Israel Thou dost plead.
Thou art our Great High Priest,
The sinner’s constant friend,
Thy royal grace, to meet the least,
The lowest loves to bend.
How blest, how rich are they
Thee, Jesus Christ, that know;
‘Tis in Thy praise, day after day,
Their tiny cups o’erflow.
Devoted to Thy God,
Thou evermore hast been;
Yea, Thou, His wisdom and His word,
Set up of old wert seen.
And Thine it was in time,
His counsels to declare,
Thine to atone for Adam’s crime.
And Israel’s sorrows bear.
Thou, in the dust of death,
Didst agonize alone;
Victorious, didst yield Thy breath,
In peace none else had known.
Thou art the only Lord,
The God-provided Lamb,
Thou art the self-existent Word,
The wonderful I Am!
Thy glories all transcend
What words have e’er expressed,
Thou the Beginning, Thou the End,
In whom our God doth rest.
The Life Eternal Thou,
Will soon shine forth again,
Within the veil we see Thee now,
Adore Thee, the AMEN!