Hail, God the Son, in glo­ry crowned,
Ere time be­gan to be;
Throned with Thy Sire, through half the round
Of vast eter­ni­ty!

Let Hea­ven, and earth’s stu­pen­dous frame
Display their au­thor’s pow­er;
And each ex­alt­ed se­raph-flame
Creator, Thee adore.

Thy won­drous love the God­head showed
Contracted to a span—
The co-eter­nal Son of God,
The mor­tal Son of man.

To save us from our lost es­tate,
Behold His life-blood stream:
Hail Lord, al­migh­ty to cre­ate,
Almighty to re­deem!

The Me­di­at­or’s God-like sway
His Church be­low sus­tains;
Till na­ture shall her judge sur­vey,
The King Mes­si­ah reigns.

Hail, with es­sen­tial glo­ry crowned,
When time shall cease to be;
Throned with Thy Fa­ther, through the round
Of whole eter­ni­ty!