1 To love divine, the eternal song,
Shouted around Jehovah's throne,
Attend ye saved, ye pardoned throng,
And make the rising notes your own.
2 'Tis yours to sing the eternal date
Of love divine and how it moves
To helpless man; with triumph great,
sing loud, for God the song approves.
3 Hail Bethlehem! Hail the ruddy morn,
Whose rays adorn the infant God!
Messiah, of a virgin born,
A God! a man to die in blood.
4 For us salvation wide displays
Her ambient and refreshing wing;
Thy love, dear Savior, we will praise,
And all its peerless glories sing.
5 We'll sing the garden and the tree,
Red with the blood that cries for peace;
Heaven echoes back as pleased in thee
To show its glories and its grace.
6 We'll sing a note that high prevails,
Above the angels free from sin;
who cannot taste the love that heals,
Or sweets of conscience, thus made clean.
7 Thy love, O Jesus, is the theme,
The song of saints shall ever tell;
And through eternity proclaim
Thy victory over sin and hell.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799