English poem
Christian Songs, Song XXXI
by John Glas (1809–1894)
O JESUS! the glory, the wonder, and love, Of angels and glorify'd spirits above, And saints, who behold thee nor, yet dearly love, Rejoicing in hope of thy glory: Thou only, and wholly, art lovely and fair, Who robb'st not JEHOVAH, with him to compare, JEHOVAH's own image glows in thee; shines there In visible bodily glory. Worth divine dwells in thee; Excellent dignity, Beauty and majesty, Glory environs thee; Pow'r, honour, dominion, and life, rest on thee, O thou chiefest among the ten thousands!
2 Where ever we view thee, new glories arise; The man who's God's fellow, who rides on the skies, Made flesh, dwelt among us: brought God near our eyes And in grace and truth shew'd all his glory. Thou spak'st to existence the heav'ns and their hosts, The earth and its fullness, the seas and their coasts: Time hangs on thy word, and eternity boasts To crown and adorn thee with glory. Worth, &c.
3 But how lovely dost thou appear in our eyes, When in childhood, thou meet'st us in that dear disguise Thy loves, past all knowledge, with raptures surprise, And ravish our hearts with thy glory. In thy blessed body on the cursed tree, Thou bar'st all our sins, while thy God frown'd on thee, Expiring in blood in our stead; and lo, we Exult in thy merit and glory. Worth, &c.
4 Thy blood all divine from the grave back again, Brought thee, King of glory; thou Lamb who was slain! First-born of the dead, crown'd with honour supreme, Thy throne is established in glory. There reign in thy glory, O thou great ador'd! Till thy foes, crush'd under thy feet, be no more; Thy throne shall triumph over all things restor'd, And eternity blaze with thy glory. Worth, &c.