I. Watts

C.M.

THEE we adore, Eternal Word!

The Father’s equal Son;

By heaven’s obedient hosts adored,

Ere time its course begun.

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The first creation has displayed

Thine energy divine;

For not a single thing was made

By other hands than Thine.

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But ransomed sinners, with delight,

Sublimer facts survey,

The all-creating Word unites

Himself to dust and clay.

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Creation’s Author now assumes

A creature’s humble form:

A man of grief and woe becomes,

And trod on like a worm.

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The Lord of glory bears the shame

To vile transgressors due;

Justice the prince of life condemns

To die in anguish too.

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God over all, forever blest,

The righteous curse endures;

And thus, to souls with sin distrest,

Eternal bliss insures.

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What wonders in Thy person meet,

My Saviour, all divine!

I fall with rapture at Thy feet,

And would be wholly Thine.