WHEN pain and weakness bowed His head, Our loving Saviour, glorious King, Numbered Himself among the dead, Taking the weight of all our sin.
Jesus was given His heart’s desires, To bring salvation-blessings down; Now raised above, all Heaven admires His well-deserved eternal crown.
A life of everlasting years, Through which His saving glories shine, Repays Him for His groans and tears, And fills His soul with joy divine.
O coming Judge and sovereign Lord, No foe shall stand, no hate endure, No sin shall spoil the coming world When purging fire has made it pure.
All human schemes to end Thy cause, Undo Thy Word, eclipse Thy name, Thy throne usurp and spurn Thy laws, Must fall to that devouring flame!
Be Thou exalted, King of kings, In Thine own strength to reign on high! While every saint rejoicing sings, And longs to share the triumph nigh.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust