Thee We Adore Eternal Word The Fathers E


Thee we adore, Eternal Word!
The Father’s equal Son;
By heaven’s obedient hosts adored,
Ere time its course begun.

The first creation has displayed
Thine energy divine;
For not a single thing was made
By other hands than Thine.

But ransoned sinners, with delight,
Sublimer facts survey,–
The all-creating Word unites
Himself to dust and clay.

Creation’s Author now assumes
A creature’s humble form:
A man of grief and woe becomes,
And trod on like a worm.

The Lord of glory bears the shame
To vile transgressors due;
Justice the Prince of life condemns
To die in anguish too.

God over all, for ever blessed,
The righteous curse endures;
And thus, to souls with sin distressed,
Eternal bliss insures.

What wonders in Thy person meet,
My Savior, all divine!
I fall with rapture at Thy feet,
And would be wholly Thine.