1 ['Tis from the treasures of his word I borrow titles for my Lord? Nor art, nor nature can supply Sufficient forms of majesty.
2 Bright image of the Father's face, Shining with undiminish'd rays; Th' eternal God's eternal Son, The heir, and partner of his throne.]
3 The King of kings, the Lord most high, Writes his own Name upon his thigh: He wears a garment dipt in blood, And breaks the nations with his rod.
4 Where grace can neither melt nor move The Lamb resents his injur'd love, Awakes his wrath without delay, And Judah's Lion tears the prey.
5 But when for works of peace he comes, What winning titles he assumes! "Light of the World, and Life of Men;" Nor bears those characters in vain.
6 With tender pity in his heart He acts the Mediator's part; A friend and brother he appears, And well fulfils the names he wears.
7 At length the Judge his throne ascends, Divides the rebels from his friends, And saints in full fruition prove His rich variety of love.