Ye who Messiah seek
Aloft your eyes incline,
And see yon “holy mount” bespeak
His deathless glory’s sign.

There faith may One behold,
Majestic, vast, sublime;
Who ne’er began, ne’er ends; controlled
By neither space nor time.

‘Tis Judah’s king, decreed
The Gentiles’ crown to wear;
The faithful Abraham’s promised seed,
The royal David’s heir.

The prophets Him record,
Of Him the signals give;
The Father witnesses the Word,
And bids us, “hear, believe.”

Jesus, be glory Thine,
To babes and sucklings known;
While in the midst Thy symbols shine
Of Heav’n’s triunal throne.