Hail, Thou soon coming King of Glory!
What wisdom, majesty, and grace Through all the gospel shine! ’Tis God that speaks, and we confess His doctrine most divine. Down from His shining throne on High Th’Almighty Savior comes, Lays His bright robes of glory by, And feeble flesh assumes, The mighty debt His chosen 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; There on His breast our names He wears, And counts our cause His own. -Tune: "Amazing Grace"