We'll Sing, In Spite of Scorn

1 We’ll sing, in spite of scorn:
Our theme is come from Heav’n:
To us a Child is born,
To us a Son is giv’n;
The sweetest news that ever came
We’ll sing, though all the world should blame.

2 The long expected morn
Has dawned upon the earth;
The Savior Christ is born,
And angels sing His birth:
We’ll join the bright seraphic throng,
We’ll share their joys, and swell their song.

3 O! ’tis a lofty theme,
Supplied by angels’ tongues!
All other objects seem
Unworthy of our songs.
This sacred theme has boundless charms,
It fills, it captivates, it warms.

4 Now sing of peace divine,
Of grace to guilty man;
No wisdom, Lord, but Thine
Could form the wondrous plan;
Where peace and righteousness embrace,
And justice goes along with grace.

5 Give praise to God on high,
With angels round His throne;
Give praise to God with joy,
Give praise to God alone!
’Tis meet His saints their songs should raise,
And give the Savior endless praise.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #14177

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