Verse 1
What equal honours shall we bring
To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to thy Name?
Verse 2
Worthy is he that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groan’d and dy’d,
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At his Almighty Father’s side.
Verse 3
Power and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn’d at Pilate’s bar:
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Tho’ he was charg’d with madness here.
Verse 4
All riches are his native right,
Yet he sustain’d amazing loss:
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left his weakness on the cross.
Verse 5
Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn:
While glory shines around his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.
Verse 6
Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Who bore the curse for wretched men:
Let angels sound his sacred Name,
And every creature say, Amen.
Isaac Watts, “What Equal Honours Shall We Bring”