Verse 1
Jesus, the royal prophet’s Lord,
Sum of every written word
And prophecy Thou art:
The Psalmist spake of Thee alone,
And makes to all thy people known
The tempers of thy heart.

Verse 2
Contemplating the great reward
The celestial bliss prepar’d
For his co-equal Son,
Thou always saw’st the Father stand
To hold thee up by thy right-hand,
And lift thee to his throne.

Verse 3
Thou didst exult his love to know,
Gladly publish it below,
While ready to return:
Thy sacred flesh repos’d in hope,
That God would surely raise thee up
On the third joyful morn.

Verse 4
He would not leave thy soul to wait
In that separate estate,
When the third day was come,
He could not suffer it to be,
Or let thy sinless body see
Corruption in the tomb.

Verse 5
The paths of life to Thee He show’d:
Very God of very God,
His living Character
Thou didst with majesty divine
The brightness of his glory shine,
And at his side appear.