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Come, let us lift our voices high

Representative Text

1 [Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 [Jesus, the God that fought and bled,
And conquered when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragged all the powers of hell.

3 [Jesus, our God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4 The Lord, how glorious is his face!
How kind his smiles appear!
And oh! what melting words he says
To every humble ear.

5 "For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I died;
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side!

6 "These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.

7 "Justice unsheathed its fiery sword,
And plunged it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.

8 "When hell, and all its spiteful powers,
Stood dreadful in my way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours,
I gave my own away.

9 "But while I bled, and groaned, and died,
I ruined Satan's throne;
High on my cross I hung, and spied
The monster tumbling down.

10 "Now you must triumph at my feast,
And taste my flesh, my blood,
And live eternal ages blest,
For 'tis immortal food."

11 [Victorious God! what can we pay
For favors so divine?
We would devote our hearts away
To be for ever thine.]

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these
Exceed our noblest songs.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803

Author: Isaac Watts

Isaac Watts was the son of a schoolmaster, and was born in Southampton, July 17, 1674. He is said to have shown remarkable precocity in childhood, beginning the study of Latin, in his fourth year, and writing respectable verses at the age of seven. At the age of sixteen, he went to London to study in the Academy of the Rev. Thomas Rowe, an Independent minister. In 1698, he became assistant minister of the Independent Church, Berry St., London. In 1702, he became pastor. In 1712, he accepted an invitation to visit Sir Thomas Abney, at his residence of Abney Park, and at Sir Thomas' pressing request, made it his home for the remainder of his life. It was a residence most favourable for his health, and for the prosecution of his literary… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Come, let us lift our voices high
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English

Tune

ST. ANNE

Though no firm documentation exists, ST. ANNE was probably composed by William Croft (PHH 149), possibly when he was organist from 1700-1711 at St. Anne's Church in Soho, London, England. (According to tradition, St. Anne was the mother of the Virgin Mary.) The tune was first published in A Suppleme…

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