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2 At His voice creation
Sprang at once to sight,
All the angel faces,

All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders
In their great array.

3 Humbled for a season,

To receive a Name
From the lips of sinners

Unto whom He came,
Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,

When from death He passed.

4 In your hearts enthrone Him;

There let Him subdue

All that is not holy,

All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain

In temptation's hour:
Let His will enfold you

In its light and power.

5 Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father's glory,

With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire

Meet upon His brow,

And our hearts confess Him

King of glory now.

Caroline M. Noel, 1870: verse 3, line 4, alt.

2 Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be Thy just and lawful praise.
Alleluia! Amen.

3 For the grandeur of Thy nature -
Grand beyond a seraph's thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness
wrought.
Alleluia! Amen.

4 But Thy rich, Thy free redemption, Dark through brightness all along,

Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who dare sing that awful song?
Alleluia! Amen.

5 Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die:
Alleluia! Amen.

6 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives, -
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
Alleluia! Amen.

Rev. Robert Robinson, 1774: verse 1, line 2, alt.