The Sweetest Song

1 No sweet­er song is heard on earth,
Than song that tells of Je­sus’ birth,
The man­ger and the rug­ged tree
On which He died for you and me.

Refrain:
The Cru­ci­fied! the Cru­cified!
His crown of thorns, His bleed­ing side,
His pierc­èd hands, His wound­ed feet,
We’ll ev­er sing in mea­sures sweet.

2 As near His throne, with fold­ed wing,
The an­gels sweep their harps and sing,
Their choic­est theme is what God’s Son
For guil­ty you and me hath done. [Refrain]

3 There are no sym­pho­nies that thrill,
That with the pur­est plea­sure fill,
Our list­en­ing souls like the low strain,
Breathed soft­ly of the Lamb once slain. [Refrain]

4 In this sad world of sin and grief,
Of our few joys it is the chief,
To sing of Him whose dy­ing love
Secured for us a home ab­ove. [Refrain]

5 Till life shall end, we’ll sing this song,
Then when we greet the an­gel throng,
The first strain from our harps shall be,
That Je­sus died for you and me. [Refrain]


Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16756

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #16756