1 Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring.
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the Man, we sing.
2 Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood,
That hellish monsters spilt.
3 [Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side;
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dyed.]
4 [The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath,
Lay heavy on his soul.]
5 Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose to live and reign,
When death itself is dead.
6 No more the bloody spear;
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heavens adore.
7 There the Redeemer sits,
High on his Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
8 [There his full glories shine,
With uncreated rays;
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes,
To everlasting days.]
A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #1671 Come, all harmonious tongues
Your noblest musick bring:
'Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.
2 Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt,
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.
3 Down to the shades of death
He bow'd his awful head;
Yet he arose to life and reign
When death itself is dead.
4 No more the bloody spear,
The Cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the Heav'ns adore.
5 Here the Redeemer sits
High on thy Father's throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CLVIII1 Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man, we sing.
2 Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.
3 Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side;
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dy'd.]
4 [The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath,
Lay heavy on his soul.]
5 Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.
6 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more:
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heav'ns adore.
7 There the Redeemer sits,
High on his Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
8 There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays;
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes,
To everlasting days.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper #II.LXXXIVCome, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring;
'Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man, we sing.
Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.
[Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murd'rous weapons dyed.]
[The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er his bosom roll,
And mountains of Almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.]
Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.
No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heav'ns adore.
There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father's throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless his saints' and angels' eyes
To everlasting days.
Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.841. Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring;
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man, we sing.
Tell how He took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.
2. Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into His side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dyed.
The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er His bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on His soul.
3. Down to the shades of death
He bowed His awful head;
Yet He arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.
No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at His name,
And all the heav’ns adore.
4. There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father’s throne;
The Father lays His vengeance by,
And smiles upon His Son.
There His full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless His saints and angels’ eyes
To everlasting days.
The Cyber Hymnal #7281 Come, all harmonious Tongues,
Your noblest Music bring,
'Tis Christ, the everlasting God,
And Christ, the Man, we sing.
2 Tell how he took our Flesh,
To take away our Guilt,
Sing the dear Drops of sacred Blood
That hellish Monster spilt.
[2 Alas, the cruel Spear
Went deep into his Side,
And the rich Flood of purple Gore
Their murd'rous Weapons dyed.]
[4 The Waves of swelling Grief
Did o'er his Bosom roll,
And Mountains of Almighty Wrath
Lay heavy on his Soul.]
5 Down to the Shades of Death
He bow'd his awful Head;
Yet he arose to live and reign,
When Death itself is dead.
6 No more the bloody Spear,
The Cross and Nails no more;
For Hell itself shakes at his Name,
And all the Heav'ns adore.
7 There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father's Throne;
The Father lays his Vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
8 There his full Glories shine
With uncreated Rays,
And bless his Saints and Angels Eyes
To everlasting Days.
The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #II.LXXXIV
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