Ye who the name of Jesus bear,

his sacred steps pursue;

And let that mind which was in him

be also found in you.

Though in the form of God he was,

his only Son declared,

Nor to be equally adored

as robb’ry did regard;

His greatness he for us abased,

for us his glory vailed;

In human likeness dwelt on earth,

his majesty concealed:

Nor only as a man appears,

but stoops a servant low;

Submits to death, nay, bears the cross,

in all its shame and woe.

Hence God this gen’rous love to men

with honours just hath crowned,

And raised the name of Jesus far

above all names renowned:

That at this name, with sacred awe,

each humble knee should bow

Of hosts immortal in the skies,

and nations spread below:

That all the prostrate pow’rs of hell

might tremble at his word,

And ev’ry tribe, and ev’ry tongue,

confess that he is Lord.