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
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