Brightness of the Father’s glory,

Shall thy praise unuttered lie?

Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;

Sing the Lord, who came to die.

2 Did the angels sing thy coming?

Did the shepherds learn their lays?

Shame would cover me, ungrateful,

Should my tongue refuse to praise.

3 From the highest throne in glory

To the cross of deepest woe,

All to ransom guilty captives!

Flow, my praise, for ever flow.

4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour;

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;

Thence return, and reign for ever;

Be the kingdom all thine own.