Author Unknown
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.