|WHEN pain and weakness bowed His head,
Our loving Saviour, glorious King,
Numbered Himself among the dead,
Taking the weight of all our sin.
|2||Jesus was given His heartís desires,
To bring salvation-blessings down;
Now raised above, all Heaven admires
His well-deserved eternal crown.
|3||A life of everlasting years,
Through which His saving glories shine,
Repays Him for His groans and tears,
And fills His soul with joy divine.
|4||O coming Judge and sovereign Lord,
No foe shall stand, no hate endure,
No sin shall spoil the coming world
When purging fire has made it pure.
|5||All human schemes to end Thy cause,
Undo Thy Word, eclipse Thy name,
Thy throne usurp and spurn Thy laws,
Must fall to that devouring flame!
|6||Be Thou exalted, King of kings,
In Thine own strength to reign on high!
While every saint rejoicing sings,
And longs to share the triumph nigh.
© The Wakeman Trust