2 The angel hosts all wond’ring see,
But fail to solve the mystery;
They hear, entranc’d, this noble song
Of souls redeem’d—a mighty throng. [Refrain]
3 And here on earth the pow’r is giv’n
To sing this sweetest song of heav’n,
And our poor voices e’en to raise
In notes of loud and joyous praise. [Refrain]
4 Oh, shout aloud, ye sons of men!
Tell the glad tidings o’er again;
From east to west, from south to north
Still let the sound go reaching forth. [Refrain]