Kings of Kings and Lord of Lords

Is this that Name as ointment poured forth For which the virgins love Thee; King of kings And Lord of lords? All Seraphs clad in wings; All Cherubs and all Wheels which south and north, Which east and west turn not in going forth; All many-semblanced ordered Spirits, as rings Of rainbow in unwonted fashionings, Might answer, Yes. But we from south and north, From east and west, a feeble folk who came By desert ways in quest of land unseen, A promised land of pasture ever green And ever springing ever singing wave, Know best Thy Name of Jesus: Blessed Name, Man’s life and resurrection from the grave.

Thy Name, O Christ, as incense streaming forth Sweetens our names before God’s Holy Face; Luring us from the south and from the north Unto the sacred place.

In Thee God’s promise is Amen and Yea. What art Thou to us? Prize of every lot, Shepherd and Door, our Life and Truth and Way:— Nay, Lord, what art Thou not?