Phil. 2:5-11.

Me hail Thee blessed Jesus!
The King and Lord of all;
Prostrate shall those in heaven
And earth before Thee fall-
Rejected, scorned, despised,
By those Thou earnest to raise;
To God's right hand exalted,
The theme of endless praise.

We hail Thee! God most holy,
Who took a servant's form,
And on the cross, for sinners,
Endured the judgment's storm:
In looking to Thee Saviour,
As we, child-like, believe,
Our sins are all remitted-
Eternal life receive.

We hail Thee! blessed Jesus,
Who took our place of guilt;
When we were unclean and guilty,
'Twas then Thy blood was spilt.
Now free from condemnation,
Exalted by the heavenly throng,
To Thee through endless ages,
We'll sing the victor's song.

We hail Thee Lord, exalted
To God's right hand in heaven!
Above all thrones and powers,
A place to Thee is given.
The Name above all others,
At which each knee shall bow,
Is Thine alone Lord Jesus;
We gladly own it now.

We hail Thee Saviour, Jesus,
Our Master, Head, and Lord!
We render Thee our homage,
Obedient to Thy Word.
Our praises are but feeble
But soon, Thee, with holy joy,
Through endless years in glory,
We'll praise without alloy.

L. F.