158. Triumphant

1 Come angels seize your harps of gold,
The song of love to man unfold;
Assist our joys exalt your praise,
Another sinner sav'd by grace.
Glory, glory let us sing,
While heav'n and earth with glory ring,
Hosannah to the Lamb of God.

2 A leper wash'd from ev'ry stain,
Requires a higher, louder strain:
The spirit's stamp'd and seal'd within,
The blood of Christ hath cleans'd from sin!
Satan feels his pow'r is gone,
He falls like lightning from his throne.
Hosannah to the Lamb of God.

3 Come let us sing, and pray and praise,
For soon this waring strife shall cease;
When lost in love, o'erwhelm'd with God,
With Christ we take our blest abode:
Hark! the trumpet speaks him nigh,
Hark! hark! he comes, while myriads cry
Hosannah to the Lamb of God!

4 We, little flock, by all contemn'd,
O'er look'd, unknown, despis'd condemn'd,
With names traduc'd and lives abhor'd,
We suffer with our murder'd Lord.
If the flames, ascend the higher,
We'll sing triumphant in the fire,
Hosannah to the Lamb of God.

Text Information
First Line: Come, angels, seize your harps of gold
Title: Triumphant
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
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