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.