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.