Presentation in the Temple

Verse 1

All hail, thou great first born, The holy head of man! What floods of grace roll on to view, In mercy's glorious plan!

Verse 2

The fulness mankind are: The temple, Lord, art thou: Thy body comprehends the whole Of Adam's tribes below.

Verse 3

In thee, presented pure Before the throne of God, All nations there are made anew, Of one life giving blood.

Verse 4

First born of Heav'n, of earth, Of ev'ry creature, hail! Born to redeem from death and hell, Thy purpose cannot fail.

Verse 5

The skies may waste in flame; All systems melt away; The sun himself turn black as night; And earth be lost to day.

Verse 6

But thou shalt still remain, Th' unchanging, Saviour God; And as eternal ages roll, Thy name shall be ador'd.