by John Keble, 1792–1866
1 Word supreme, before creation, Born of God eternally, Who didst will for our salvation To be born on earth, and die: Well thy saints have kept their station, Waiting till thine hour drew nigh. 2 Now 'tis come, and faith espies thee; Like an eaglet in the morn, One in steadfast worship eyes thee, Thy beloved, thy latest born: In thy glory he descries thee Reigning from the Tree of scorn. 3 He first, hoping and believing, Did beside the grave adore; Latest he, the warfare leaving, Landed on the eternal shore; And his witness we receiving Own thee Lord for evermore. 4 Thee, the almighty King eternal, Father of the eternal Word; Thee, the Father's Word supernal, Thee, of Both, the Breath adored; Heaven, and earth, and realms inernal Own one glorious God and Lord. Amen.