A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#XXVIII

XXVIII. Come, let us lift our voices high

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 God that fought and bled,
And conquer'd when he fell;
That rose, and at his chariot wheels
Dragged all the pow'rs of hell.]

3 [Jesus, our God, invites us here
To this triumphal feast,
And brings immortal blessings down
For each redeemed guest.]

4 The Lord how glorious is his face
How kind his smiles appear!
And oh! what melting words he says
To ev'ry humble ear.

5 "For you, the children of my love,
It was for you I dy'd;
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.

6 These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains.

7 [Justice unsheath'd its fi'ry sword,
And plung'd it in my heart;
Infinite pangs for you I bore,
And most tormenting smart.

8 When hell, and all its spiteful pow'rs,
Stood dreadful in my way,
To rescue those dear lives of yours
I gave my own away.

9 But, while I bleed, and groan'd, and dy'd,
I ruin'd Satan's throne.
High on my cross I hung, and spy'd
The monster tumbling down.

10 Now you must triumph at my feast,
And taste my flesh, my blood,
And live eternal ages blest,
For 'tis immortal food."

11 Victorious God! what can we pay
For favours so divine?
We would devote our hearts away,
To be forever thine.]

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise,
The tribute of our tongues;
But themes so infinite as these,
Exceed our noblest songs.

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• First Line: Come, let us lift our voices high
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1801

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