God the Son Equal With the Father

Verse 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.

Verse 2

A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who, among those sons of light, Pretends comparison with thee?

Verse 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.

Verse 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.