Bright King of Glory

Bright King of glo­ry

dread­ful God!

Our spir­its bow be­fore Thy seat

To Thee we lift a hum­ble thought

And wor­ship at Thine aw­ful feet.

Thy pow­er hath formed

Thy wis­dom sways

All na­ture with a sov­er­eign word;

And the bright world of stars ob­eys

The will of their su­pe­ri­or Lord.

Mercy and truth unite in one

And smil­ing sit at Thy right hand;

Eternal jus­tice guards Thy throne

And ven­geance waits Thy dread com­mand.

A thou­sand ser­aphs

strong and bright

Stand round the glo­ri­ous De­ity;

But who amongst the sons of light

Pretends com­pa­ri­son with Thee?

Yet there is one of hu­man frame

Jesus

ar­rayed in flesh and blood

Thinks it no rob­be­ry to claim

A full equa­li­ty with God.

Their glo­ry shines with eq­ual beams

Their es­sence is for ev­er one

Though they are known by dif­fer­ent names

The Fa­ther God

and God the Son.

Then let the name of Christ our king

With eq­ual ho­nors be adored;

His praise let ev­ery an­gel sing

And all the na­tions own their Lord.