Brightness of th' eternal glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Who would hush the heaven-sent story
Of the Lamb who came to die?
Came from Godhead's fullest glory
Down to Calvary's depth of woe,
Now on high we bow before Thee;
Streams of praises ceaseless flow.
Sing His blest triumphant rising;
Sing Him on the Father's throne;
Sing—till heaven and earth surprising,
Reigns the Nazarene alone.