Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah’s equal Son;
Awake, my voice, in heav’nly lays,
And tell the wonders He hath done.

Sing how He left the worlds of light,
And those bright robes He wore above.
How swift and joyful was His flight,
On wings of everlasting love.

Deep in the shades of gloomy death,
Th’almighty Captive prisoner lay;-
Th’almighty Captive left the earth,
And rose to everlasting day.

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