A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#HLXV

HLXV. Bright King of Glory, dreadful God

1 Bright King of Glory, dreadful God!
Our Spirits bow before thy Seat,
To Thee we lift an humble Thought,
And worship at thine awful Feet.
2 Thy Pow'r hath form'd, thy Wisdom sways,
All Nature with a sov'reign Word;
And the bright World of Stars obeys
The Will of their superior Lord.

3 Mercy and Truth unite in one,
And smiling sit at thy Right-Hand;
Eternal Justice guards thy Throne,
And Vengeance waits thy dread Command.
4 A thousand Seraphs strong and bright,
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who amongst the sons of Light
Pretends Comparison with Thee?

5 Yet there is one of human Frame,
Jesus, array'd in Flesh and Blood,
Thinks it no Robbery to claim
A full Equality with God.
6 Their Glory shines with equal Beams;
Their Essence is for ever one,
Tho' they are known by different Names,
The Father-God, and God the Son.

7 Then let the Name of Christ our King
With equal Honours be ador'd;
His Praise let every Angel sing,
And all the Nations own the Lord.

Text Information

• First Line: Bright King of Glory, dreadful God
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  Philippians 2:6-11

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