Glory to God who reigns ab­ove,
Who dwells in light, whose name is love;
Ye saints and an­gels, if ye can,
Declare the love of God to man.

O what can more His love com­mend
His dear, His on­ly Son to send!
That man, con­demned to die, might live,
And God be glo­ri­ous to for­give.

Messiah’s come—with joy be­hold
The days by pro­phets long fore­told;
Judah, thy roy­al scep­ter’s broke,
And time still proves what Ja­cob spoke.

Daniel, thy weeks are all ex­pired,
The time pro­phet­ic seals re­quired,
Cut off for sins, but not His own,
Thy prince, Mes­si­ah, did atone.

Thy fa­mous tem­ple, So­lo­mon,
Is by the lat­ter far out­shone;
It want­ed not thy glit­ter­ing store,
Messiah’s pre­sence graced it more.

We see the pro­phe­cies ful­filled
In Je­sus, that most won­drous Child;
His birth, His life, His death com­bine
To prove His char­ac­ter di­vine.

Jesus, Thy Gos­pel firm­ly stands
A bless­ing to these fa­vored lands;
No in­fi­del shall be our dread
Since Thou art ris­en from the dead.