The heavens with all their hosts
proclaim
Their great Creator’s glorious name;
His wisdom, goodness, power divine,
They celebrate where’er they shine;
But God Himself — oh, wondrous
plan!
Thine image is “the Son of Man.”
The Son of Man, the Son of God,
The woman’s seed, and David’s rod;
The incarnate Word, the life, the light,
Son of Thine infinite delight;
Eclipsed is all creation’s blaze,
When on His glorious face I gaze.
Lord, what is man? ’Tis He who died
And all Thy nature glorified;
Thy righteousness and grace displayed
When He for sin atonement made;
Obedient unto death, was slain:
Worthy is He o’er all to reign.
Thy counsels ere the world began
All centered in THE SON OF MAN:
Him destined to the highest place —
Head of His church through sovereign
grace:
To Him, enthroned in majesty,
Let every creature bend the knee!
Worthy, O Son of Man, art Thou
Of every crown that decks Thy brow;
Worthy art Thou to be adored
And owned as universal Lord:
Oh, hasten that long-promised day
When all shall own Thy rightful sway.
J. G. Deck