Text: | The Exaltation of Christ |
Author: | Steele |
1 Now let us raise our chearful strains,
And join the blissful choir above;
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wond'rous love.
2 While seraphs tune th'immortal song;
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.
3 Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir'd;
Who di'd for rebels—yes 'tis he!
How bright! how lovely! how admir'd!
4 Jesus who di'd that we might live,
Di'd in the wretched traitor's place;—
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasurable grace!
5 Were universal nature ours,
And art with all her boasted store;
Nature and art with all their pow'rs,
Would still confess the offerer poor!
6 Yet tho' for bounty so divine!
We ne'er can equal honors raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.
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First Line: | Now let us raise our cheerful strains |
Title: | The Exaltation of Christ |
Author: | Steele |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Exaltation of the Prince of Peace: The Saviour of the World |