1 First born of many brethren, Thou
That did'st expire on Calv'ry's brow,
Thine are the triumphs, Thee we hail!
Thy life, thy death, of what avail!
2 Fulfil, O Lord, a brother's part;
Bear us forever on thy heart;
The many sons to glory bring;
And let the world thy praises sing.
|First Line:||First born of many brethren, Thou|
|Topic:||Attributes, Characters, Names, and Offices of Christ, from the New Testatment|