What Wisdom, Majesty and Grace

What wis­dom

ma­jes­ty and grace

Through all the Gos­pel shine!

’Tis God that speaks

and we con­fess

The doc­trine most di­vine.

Down from His star­ry throne on high

Th’al­migh­ty Sav­ior comes;

Lays His bright robes of glo­ry by

And fee­ble flesh as­sumes.

The migh­ty debt that sin­ners owed

Upon the cross He pays;

Then through the clouds as­cends to God

’Midst shouts of lof­ti­est praise.

There He

our great high priest

ap­pears

Before His Fa­ther’s throne;

Mingles His mer­its with our tears

And pours sal­va­tion down.