1 Brightness of the Father’s glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;
Sing the Lord, who came to die.

2 Did the angels sing Thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.

3 From the highest throne in glory
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.

4 Re-ascend, immortal Savior;
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne:
Thence return, and reign forever;
Be the kingdom all Thine own.