Lord, what is man? 'Tis He who died
And all Thy nature glorified;
Thy righteousness and grace displayed
When He for sin atonement made;
Obedient unto death, was slain—
Worthy is He o'er all to reign.
Thy counsels ere the world began,
All centered in the Son of Man;
Him destined to the highest place,
Head of His church through sovereign grace;
To Him enthroned in majesty,
Let every creature bend the knee.
Worthy, O Son of Man, art Thou
Of every crown that decks Thy brow;
Worthy art Thou to be adored,
And owned as universal Lord;
Oh, hasten that long-promised day,
When all shall own Thy rightful sway!