At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow, Every tongue confess Him King of glory now; ’Tis the Father’s pleasure we should call Him Lord, Who from the beginning was the mighty Word.
Mighty and mysterious in the highest height, God from everlasting, very light of light: In the Father’s bosom with the spirit blest, Love, in love eternal, rest, in perfect rest.
At His voice creation sprang at once to sight, All the angel faces, all the hosts of light, Thrones and dominations, stars upon their way,