Hark, what triumphant strains are these

1 Hark! what triumphant strains are these,
Which echo through the vault of heaven?
"To Jesus once on Calvary slain,
The kingdoms of the earth are given."

2 Hark! the new song before the throne,
Which only the redeem'd can raise;
Angels may tune their golden harps,
But cannot reach these notes of praise.

3 They worship our exalted Lord,
And hail him universal King;
But saints--the purchase of his blood,
Can strike a sweeter, nobler string.

4 The wonders of his dying love.
Their hallelujahs loud proclaim,
While with ecstatic joy they shout
New honors to his sacred name.

5 From every kindred, every tongue,
From barbarous nations long unknown,
From polish'd Greeks and Scythians rude,
A countless host surround the throne.

6 In robes of spotless white array'd,
And palms of victory in their hand,
With holy wonder and delight,
The trophies of his grace they stand.

7 And still till time shall be mo more,
The mighty concourse shall increase;
And Jesus gain, in heathen lands,
New subjects of the reign of peace.

Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #315