Author Unknown

L.M.

BRIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!

Our spirits bow before Thy seat,

To Thee we lift a humble thought,

And worship at Thine awful feet.

2

A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity;

But who among the sons of light

Pretends comparison with Thee?

3

Yet there is one of human frame,

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and bone,

Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God.

4

Their glory shines with equal beams;

Their essence is forever one,

Though they are known by different names,

The Father God, and God the Son.

5

Then let the name of Christ our King,

With equal honors be adored;

His praise let every angel sing,

And all the nations own their Lord.