1 Come, and sweetly tune your voices--
Raise them to a lofty strain;
Sing aloud, while heaven rejoices,
Shout! for Jesus comes to reign.
Glory! hear the angels crying,
Glory to the Saviour's name;
Shall not children, with them vieing,
Here on earth his praise proclaim.
2 Yes! it was the Saviour's pleasure,
That they should not hold their peace;
And his blessings, without measure,
He bestowed on such as these.
Then to heaven, high ascending,
Shall our anthems quickly rise
With angelic voices blending,
Far above yon azure skies.