Hymn 263 - "Lord, around Thee are Thy brethren,"
Lord, around Thee are Thy brethren,
Of Thy death the fruit and spoil;
Now is o'er the night of weeping,
Now forgotten is Thy toil.
With delight dost Thou behold us;
Thy companions, Lord, are we,
Sanctified and of Thy kindred—
To Thyself the glory be!
Firstborn, Thou, of all creation,
Honours high to Thee belong;
Forth from death hast come triumphant,
Firstborn of a heav'nly throng.
Worthy of all adoration,
Gladly, Lord, Thy praise we sing;
To Thee, chiefest of ten thousand,
Worship, honour, now we bring.