Adore th' eternal Word.
2 That awful Word, that sovereign Power,
By whom the worlds were made;
Oh, happy morn--illustrious hour--
Was once in flesh arrayed.
3 To dwell with misery here below,
The Savior left the skies,
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.
4 Adoring angels tuned their songs,