1 Behold that splendour! hear the shout!
Heav'n opens! Angels issue out,
And throng the nether sky.
What solemn tidings do they bring?
Rapt at th' approach of Isr'el’s King,
They speak the Monarch nigh.
2 Why does the King approach our land?
Comes he with terror in his hand,
The merit of our crimes?
Shepherds be glad: he comes with peace,
Not wrath but universal grace,
To bless e'en distant climes.
3 See Heav'n’s great heir, a woman’s son!
Behold a manger is his throne!
Nay, see him born to die:
Your is the guilt, but his the pain:
His are the sorrows, yours the gain:
Then let his praise be high.
4 Come, mighty King! the grace enhance,
(A stable was thy palace once)
Dwell in these hearts of ours:
Teach us to praise the Father's love,
Till blest, transported, fir'd above,
We sing with nobler pow'rs.
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First Line: | Behold, that splendour! Hear the shout! |
Title: | Redemption, the Wonder of Angels |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Wonders of Redemption, celebrated in Songs of Praise |
Source: | Knapp's Psalmody |