1 Bright king of glory, dreadful God!
Our spirits bow before thy feet:
To thee we lift an humble thought,
And worship at thine awful seat.
2 A thousand seraphs strong and bright
Stand round the glorious Deity;
But who, among those sons of light,
Pretends comparison with thee?
3 Yet there is One of human frame,
Jesus, arrayed in flesh and blood,
Thinks it no robbery to claim
A full equality with God.
4 Then let the name of Christ our King
With equal honors be adored;
His praise let every angel sing,
And all the nations own the Lord.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #142
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9660||Bright King Of Glory||Bright King of glory, dreadful God!||HESPERUS||Isaac Watts||LM||<cite>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</cite> 1707-09, Book II|