1 What equal honours shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy name?
2 Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groan'd and died,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father's side.
3 Power and dominion are his due
Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar:
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though he was charg'd with madness here.
4 All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain'd amazing loss:
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.
5 Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn:
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred name,
And every creature say, Amen.
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First Line: | What equal honours shall we bring |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christ: Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession and Glory; Christ's humiliation and Exaltation |