1 Now in the face of Jesus, we
God's brightest form of glory see;
Beaming with mild and heav'nly rays,
He all his Father's grace displays.

2 Blest image of th' eternal God,
Here his rich glories shine abroad;
With a resplendent lustre shine
His pow'r, his truth, and love divine.

3 Of all creation the first born;
Of all that heav'n's bright courts adore,
He as a prince, and sov'reign reigns,
Almighty pow'r his throne sustains.

4 See Jesus our exalted head,
By whom the heav'ns, and earth, were made;
Subjected to his high command,
Thrones, kingdoms, and dominions stand.

5 It pleas'd th' eternal Fulness well,
In Christ the Lord alone to dwell;
From this rich fountain freely flows
Complete relief for all our woes.