1 The Lord, descending from above, Invites his children near, While power and truth and boundless love Display their glories here.
2 Here in thy gospel's wondrous frame Fresh wisdom we pursue; A thousand angels learn thy Name Beyond whate'er they knew.
3 Thy Name is writ in fairest lines, Thy wonders here we trace; Wisdom thro' all the mystery shines, And shines in Jesu's face.
4 The law its best obedience owes To our incarnate God; And thy revenging justice shows Its honours in his blood.
6 But still the lustre of thy grace Our warmer thoughts employs, Gilds the whole scene with brighter rays, And more exalts our joys.