Hymn on the Titles of Christ

Arise

my soul

arise

Thy Sav­ior’s sac­ri­fice!

All the names that love could find

All the forms that love could take

Jesus in Him­self has joined

Thee

my soul

His own to make.

Equal with God

most high

He laid His glo­ry by:

He

th’eter­nal God was born

Man with men He deigned t’ap­pear

Object of His creature’s scorn

Pleased a serv­ant’s form to wear.

Hail ev­er­last­ing Lord

Divine

incar­nate Word!

Thee let all my pow­ers con­fess

Thee my lat­est breath pro­claim;

Help

ye an­gel choirs

to bless

Shout the loved Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

Fruit of a vir­gin’s womb

The pro­mised bless­ing’s come:

Christ the fa­thers’ hope of old

Christ the wo­man’s con­quer­ing seed

Christ the Sav­ior! Long fore­told

Born to bruise the ser­pent’s head.

Refulgent from afar

See the bright Morn­ing-Star!

See the Day-Spring from on high

Late in deep­est dark­ness rise

Night re­cedes

the sha­dows fly

Flame with day the op­en­ing skies!

Our eyes on earth sur­vey

The dazz­ling She­chi­nah!

Bright

in end­less glo­ry bright

Now in flesh He stoops to dwell

God of God

and light of light

Image of th’in­vi­si­ble.

He shines on earth adored

The pre­sence of the Lord;

God

the migh­ty God and true

God by high­est Heav’n con­fessed

Stands dis­played to mor­tal view

God su­preme

for ev­er blest.

Jesu! To Thee I bow

Th’Almigh­ty’s fel­low Thou!

Thou

the Fa­ther’s on­ly Son

Pleased He ev­er is in Thee;

Just and ho­ly Thou alone

Full of grace and truth for me.

High above ev­ery name

Jesus

the great I AM!

Bows to Je­sus ev­ery knee

Things in Heav’n

and earth and hell;

Saints ad­ore Him

de­mons flee

Fiends and men and an­gels feel.

He left His throne above

Emptied of all

but love:

Whom the heav’ns can­not con­tain

God vouch­safed a worm t’ap­pear

Lord of glo­ry

Son of man

Poor

and vile

and ab­ject here.

His own on earth He sought

His own re­ceived Him not:

Him

a sign by all blas­phemed

Outcast and des­pised of men

Him they all a mad­man deemed

Bold to scoff the Na­za­rene.

Hail Ga­li­le­an King!

Thy hum­ble state I sing;

Never shall Thy tri­umphs end

Hail de­rid­ed ma­jes­ty;

Jesus

hail! The sin­ner’s friend

Friend of pub­li­cans—and me!

Thine eye ob­served my pain

Thou good Sa­ma­ri­tan!

Spoiled I lay and bruised by sin

Gasped my faint

ex­pir­ing soul

Wine and oil Thy love poured in

Closed my wounds

and made me whole.

Hail the life-giv­ing Lord

Divine

en­graft­ed word!

Thee the life my soul has found

Thee the re­sur­rect­ion proved:

Dead I heard the quick­en­ing sound

Owned Thy voice

be­lieved

and loved!

With Thee gone up on high

I live

no more to die:

First and Last

I feel Thee now

Witness of Thy emp­ty tomb

Alpha and Ome­ga Thou

Wast

and art

and art to come!