The Prince of Glory

The Prince of glo­ry

God’s own Son

Descended from the skies

Where prais­es to His Fa­ther’s name

In end­less mea­sure rise.

To save a lost and sin­ful race

In Sa­tan’s fet­ters bound

For this He made the won­drous choice

To Him all praise re­sound.

He came from Heav­en’s glo­ry bright

From God’s own glo­ry shone;

From those eter­nal realms of day

Around His Fa­ther’s throne.

His love for me

a sin­ful man

Thus ma­ni­fest­ed great

Extends to me this pre­sent hour

My an­swer to await.

Yes

Christ to sin­ful man came down

To suf­fer pa­tient­ly;

To be be­trayed and put to shame

And nailed up­on the tree.

All this for me the Son of God

Endured with won­drous love

To show to me the way of life

To His own home ab­ove.