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.


A thousand seraphs, strong and bright,

Stand round the glorious Deity;

But who among the sons of light

Pretends comparison with Thee?


Yet there is one of human frame,

Jesus, arrayed in flesh and bone,

Thinks it no robbery to claim

A full equality with God.


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.


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.


Icon for the CC0 (Creative Commons Zero) license

To the extent possible under law, Various has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to Hymns and Spiritual Songs, except where otherwise noted.