The SAVIOUR glorified by All. From the German

Thou, JESU, art our King, Thy ceaseless Praise we sing: Praise shall our glad Tongue employ, Praise o'erflow our grateful Soul, While we vital Breath enjoy, While eternal Ages roll.

Thou art th' Eternal Light, That shin'st in deepest Night. Wondring gaz'd th' Angelic Train While Thou bow'dst the Heav'ns beneath, GOD with GOD wert Man with Man, Man to save from endless Death.

Thou for our Pain didst mourn, Thou hast our Sickness born: All our Sins on Thee were laid; Thou with unexampled Grace All the mighty Debt hast paid Due from Adam's helpless Race.

Thou hast o'erthrown the Foe, GOD's Kingdom fix'd below. Conqu'ror of all Adverse Pow'r, Thou Heav'n's Gates hast open'd wide: Thou thine own dost lead secure In thy Cross, and by thy Side.

Enthron'd above yon Sky Thou reign'st with GOD most high. Prostrate at thy Feet we fall: Pow'r supreme to Thee is giv'n; Thee, the righteous Judge of all, Sons of Earth and Hosts of Heav'n.

Cherubs with Seraphs join And in thy Praise combine: All their Quires thy Glories sing: Who shall dare with Thee to vie? Mighty LORD, eternal King, Sov'reign both of Earth and Sky!

Hail venerable Train, Patriarchs, first-born of Men! Hail Apostles of the Lamb, By whose Strength ye faithful prov'd: Join t' extol his sacred Name Whom in Life and Death ye lov'd.

The Church thro' all her Bounds With thy high Praise resounds. Confessors undaunted here Unasham'd proclaim their King; Children's feebler Voices there To thy Name Hosanna's sing.

'Midst Danger's blackest Frown Thee Hosts of Martyrs own. Pain and Shame alike they dare, Firmly, singularly Good; Glorying thy Cross to bear, Till they seal their Faith with Blood.

Ev'n Heathens feel thy Pow'r, Thou suff'ring Conqueror! Thousand Virgins, chaste and clean, From Love's pleasing Witchcraft free, Fairer than the Sons of Men, Consecrate their Hearts to Thee.

Wide Earth's remotest Bound Full of thy Praise is found: And all Heav'ns eternal Day With thy streaming Glory flames: All thy Foes shall melt away From th' insufferable Beams.

O LORD, O GOD of Love, Let Us thy Mercy prove! King of all, with pitying Eye Mark the Toil, the Pains we feel: 'Midst the Snares of Death we lie, 'Midst the banded Pow'rs of Hell.

Arise, stir up thy Pow'r Thou deathless Conqueror! Help us to obtain the Prize, Help us well to close our Race; That with Thee above the Skies Endless Joys we may possess.