Ye who Mes­si­ah seek
Aloft your eyes in­cline,
And see yon ho­ly mount be­speak
His death­less glo­ry’s sign.

There faith may One be­hold,
Majestic, vast, sub­lime;
Who ne’er be­gan, ne’er ends; con­trolled
By nei­ther space nor time.

’Tis Jud­ah’s king, de­creed
The Gen­tiles’ crown to wear;
The faith­ful Ab­ra­ham’s pro­mised seed,
The roy­al Da­vid’s heir.

The pro­phets Him re­cord,
Of Him the sig­nals give;
The Fa­ther wit­ness­es the Word,
And bids us, hear, be­lieve.

Jesus, be glo­ry Thine,
To babes and suck­lings known;
While in the midst Thy sym­bols shine
Of Heav’n’s tri­un­al throne.