1 Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise,
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.
2 Jesus, the Lord that fought and bled,
How kind his smiles appear!
What melting, soothing words he says
To ev'ry humble ear!
3 "For you, the objects of my love,
"It was for you I died.
"Behold my hands, behold my feet,
"And look into my side.
4 "These are the wounds for you I bore
"The tokens of my pains,
"When I was sent to free your souls
"From misery and chains."
5 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise
For goodness so divine.
O may we ever feel thy grace,
And die to ev'ry sin!
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First Line: | Come, let us lift our voices high |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Sufferings and Death of Christ |