1 What wisdom, majesty, and grace
Through all the gospel shine!
’Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.

2 Down from his shining throne on high
The Almighty Saviour comes,
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.

3 The mighty debt his chosen owed
Upon the cross he pays;
Then through the clouds ascends to God,
’Midst shouts of loftiest praise.

4 There he, our great High Priest, appears
Before his Father’s throne;
There on his breast our names he wears,
And counts our cause his own.