Praise To The Holiest In The Height

Praise to the Holiest in the height, O generous love! That he who smote

And in the depth be praise: In Man for man the foe,

In all his words most wonderful, The double agony in Man

Most sure in all his ways. For man should undergo;

O loving wisdom of our God! And in the garden secretly,

When all was sin and shame, And on the Cross on high,

A second Adam to the fight Should teach his brethren, and inspire

And to the rescue came. To suffer and to die.

O Wisest love! That flesh and blood Praise to the Holiest in the height,

Which did in Adam fail, And in the depth be praise:

Should strive afresh against the foe, In all his words most wonderful,

Should strive and should prevail. Most sure in all his ways.

And that a higher gift than grace

Should flesh and blood refine,

God's presence and his very self,

And essence all divine.