1. Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die.
2. Did archangels sing Thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.
3. From the highest throne of glory,
To the cross of deepest woe--
All to ransom guilty captives;
Flow, my praise, for ever flow.
4. Go, return, immortal Saviour,
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy throne;
Thence return and reign for ever;
Be the Kingdom all Thine own.