He Who on Earth as Man Was Known

He who on earth as man was known

And bore our sins and pains;

Now

seat­ed on th’eter­nal throne

The God of glo­ry reigns.

His hands the wheels of na­ture guide

With an un­er­ring skill;

And count­less worlds ex­tend­ed wide

Obey His sov­er­eign will.

While harps un­num­bered sound His praise

In yon­der world ab­ove;

His saints on earth ad­mire His ways

And glo­ry in His love.

His right­eous­ness

to faith re­vealed

Wrought out for guil­ty worms

Affords a hid­ing place and shield

From ene­mies and storms.

This land

through which His pil­grims go

Is de­so­late and dry;

But streams of grace from Him o’er­flow

Their thirst to sa­tis­fy.

When trou­bles

like a burn­ing sun

Beat hea­vy on their head;

To this al­migh­ty Rock they run

And find a pleas­ing shade.

How glo­ri­ous He! how hap­py they

In such a glo­ri­ous friend!

Whose love se­cures them all the way

And crowns them at the end.