Classic Poem

All ye that mention Jesus' name,
And are his folk design'd,
Submiss was he, be ye the same,
And bear his humble mind.

Who, in the form of God, did hold
The self-same Deity;
Nor in him thought it robb'ry bold
To equal God most High.

Yet made himself of no repute,
A mortal likeness wore;
And cloth'd in human nature's suit,
A servant's form he bore.

Thus ev'n his manhood he depressed
Nor made his Godhead shine;
But vail'd his glory, and abas'd,
His majesty divine.

To bear our guilt, exceeding gross,
He stoop'd exceeding low;
Submiss to death, ev'n on the cross,
In all its shame and woe.

God therefore hath exalted him,
Above the starry frame;
And giv'n him, on his throne sublime,
A name 'bove every name.

That at his name should ev'ry knee,
Bow down, and none rebel;
But own his awful sway to be
O'er heav'n, and earth, and hell.

That ev'ry tongue confess and blaze,
That Jesus Christ is Lord;
And thus to God, the Father's praise,
The Son may be ador'd.