Arise, my soul, arise
Thy Sav­ior’s sac­ri­fice!
All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take
Jesus in Him­self has joined,
Thee, my soul, His own to make.

Equal with God, most high,
He laid His glo­ry by:
He, th’eter­nal God was born,
Man with men He deigned t’ap­pear,
Object of His creature’s scorn,
Pleased a ser­vant’s form to wear.

Hail ev­er­last­ing Lord,
Divine, incar­nate Word!
Thee let all my pow­ers confess,
Thee my lat­est breath pro­claim;
Help, ye an­gel choirs, to bless,
Shout the loved Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

Fruit of a vir­gin’s womb
The pro­mised bless­ing’s come:
Christ the fa­thers’ hope of old,
Christ the wo­man’s con­quer­ing seed,
Christ the Sav­ior! Long fore­told,
Born to bruise the ser­pent’s head.

Refulgent from afar
See the bright Morn­ing-Star!
See the Day-Spring from on high
Late in deep­est dark­ness rise,
Night re­cedes, the sha­dows fly,
Flame with day the op­en­ing skies!

Our eyes on earth sur­vey
The dazz­ling She­chi­nah!
Bright, in end­less glo­ry bright
Now in flesh He stoops to dwell,
God of God, and light of light,
Image of th’in­vi­si­ble.

He shines on earth adored
The pre­sence of the Lord;
God, the migh­ty God and true,
God by high­est Heav’n con­fessed,
Stands dis­played to mor­tal view,
God su­preme, for ev­er blest.

Jesu! To Thee I bow
Th’Almigh­ty’s fel­low Thou!
Thou, the Fa­ther’s on­ly Son,
Pleased He ev­er is in Thee;
Just and ho­ly Thou alone,
Full of grace and truth for me.

High above ev­ery name
Jesus, the great I AM!
Bows to Je­sus ev­ery knee
Things in Heav’n, and earth and hell;
Saints ad­ore Him, de­mons flee,
Fiends and men and an­gels feel.

He left His throne above
Emptied of all, but love:
Whom the heav’ns can­not con­tain
God vouch­safed a worm t’ap­pear,
Lord of glo­ry, Son of man,
Poor, and vile, and ab­ject here.

His own on earth He sought,
His own re­ceived Him not:
Him, a sign by all blas­phemed,
Outcast and des­pised of men,
Him they all a mad­man deemed,
Bold to scoff the Na­za­rene.

Hail Ga­li­le­an King!
Thy hum­ble state I sing;
Never shall Thy tri­umphs end,
Hail de­rid­ed ma­jes­ty;
Jesus, hail! The sin­ner’s friend,
Friend of pub­li­cans—and me!

Thine eye ob­served my pain
Thou good Sa­ma­ri­tan!
Spoiled I lay and bruised by sin,
Gasped my faint, ex­pir­ing soul,
Wine and oil Thy love poured in,
Closed my wounds, and made me whole.

Hail the life-giv­ing Lord,
Divine, en­graft­ed word!
Thee the life my soul has found,
Thee the re­sur­rect­ion proved:
Dead I heard the quick­en­ing sound,
Owned Thy voice, be­lieved, and loved!

With Thee gone up on high
I live, no more to die:
First and Last, I feel Thee now,
Witness of Thy emp­ty tomb,
Alpha and Ome­ga Thou
Wast, and art, and art to come!