Brightness of the Father’s Glory

Brightness of the Fa­ther’s glo­ry

Shall Thy praise un­ut­tered lie?

Break

my tongue

such guil­ty si­lence;

Sing the Lord

who came to die.

Did the an­gels sing Thy com­ing?

Did the shep­herds learn their lays?

Shame would cov­er me

un­grate­ful

Should my tongue re­fuse to praise.

From the high­est throne in glo­ry

To the cross of deep­est woe

All to ran­som guil­ty cap­tives!

Flow

my praise

for­ev­er flow.

Re-as­cend

im­mor­tal Sav­ior;

Leave Thy foot­stool

take Thy throne:

Thence re­turn

and reign for­ev­er;

Be the king­dom all Thine own.