All glory, King Jesus, to You! You alone
by merit have earned the celestial throne.
The nations parade by that merciful seat,
as spoils of Your vict'ry are cast at Your feet.
No splendor of nature below will be found
To polish the gleam of Your testament crown.
Nor artifice fashioned by man may exceed
the majesty of Your unparalleled deed.
What wonder a cross would be balm to our pain;
what marvel that blood should eliminate stain!
Such wisdom is deeper than angels may reach;
Such honor a mystery no magus can teach!
No glory we bear, but as You have assigned,
nor reason, except You have purposed our mind
as talents for which You will reckon account
when, lovely, Your foot splits the Olivet Mount.
All glory is Yours, and I tremble to see
what grandeur illuminates eternity!
How awful to witness Your unclouded face;
more terrible, yet, to give measure Your grace!
All excellence, Jesus, our hearts swell to sing
is rightfully Yours as Redeemer and King.
The scarlet, the golden, the radiant white
raise hands to obedience, my soul to delight!
AMDG
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