1 Jesus, thou highest, loveliest name
Of all on earth of heav'n,
The blest reward of all thy shame,
By thy great father giv'n.

2 Because thou didst thy heavens bow,
Thy people's ancient Ssuit;
Cam'st down in servant's form, so low,
As loss of all repute.

3 In fashion as that fallen race,
Whose offspring are but grass,
Thou took'st the meanest servile place
In all their lowest class:

4 Becam'st obedient unto death,
Nor could'st, nor would'st thou flee;
But humbly didst resign thy breath
Upon the shameful tree!

5 Therefore hath God exalted thee,
And set thee up on high;
Where thou shalt prais'd and worshipp'd be
To all eternity.