What wisdom, majesty and grace
Through all the Gospel shine!
�Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.
Down from His starry throne on high,
Th�almighty Savior comes;
Lays His bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.
The mighty debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross He pays;
Then through the clouds ascends to God,
�Midst shouts of loftiest praise.
There He, our great High Priest, appears,
Before His Father�s throne;
Mingles His merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.
