Praise

1 Awake, awake the sacred song
To our incarnate Lord;
Let every heart, and every tongue
Adore the eternal word.

2 That awful word, that sovereign power,
By whom the worlds were made;
(O happy marn! illustrious hour!)
Was once in flesh array'd!

3 Then shone almighty power and love
In all their glorious forms;
When Jesus left his throne above
To dwell with sinful worms.

4 To dwell with misery below,
The Saviour left the skies;
And sunk to wretchedness and woe,
That worthless man might rise.

5 Adoring angels tun'd their songs
To hail the joyful day;
With rapture then, let mortal tongues
Their grateful worship pay.

6 What glory, Lord, to thee is due!
With wonder we adore;
But could we sing as angels do,
Our highest praise were poor.


Source: A Selection of Hymns: from the best authors, intended to be an appendix to Dr. Watt's psalms and hymns. (1st Am. ed.) #CXXXI

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