1 Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad,
From everlasting was the Word;
With God he was, the Word was God,
And must divinely be adored.
2 By his own power were all things made;
By him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's head,
And angels fly at his command.
3 But lo! he leaves those heavenly forms;
The Word descends and dwells in clay,
That he may converse hold with worms,
Dressed in such feeble flesh as they.
4 Mortals with joy beheld his face,
The eternal Father's only Son:
How full of truth, how full of grace,
The brightness of the Godhead shone!
5 The angels leave their high abode,
To learn new mysteries here, and tell
The love of our descending God,
The glories of Immanuel.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #146
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|The Cyber Hymnal #1353||Ere the Blue Heav'ns Were Stretched Abroad||Ere the blue heav'ns were stretched abroad||TRURO||Isaac Watts||LM||<cite>Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book I</cite>, 1707, number 2|