Brightness of the Father’s glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord, who came to die.

Did the angels sing Thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.

From the highest throne in glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.

Re-ascend, immortal Savior;
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne:
Thence return, and reign forever;
Be the kingdom all Thine own.