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O ye immortal throng
of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song,
to make the Savior known:
On earth ye knew
His wondrous grace;
His glorious face
in Heav’n ye view.
Ye saw the Heav’n-born
Child in human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild
while in the manger laid:
And “Praise to God,
and peace on earth,”
For such a birth,
proclaimed aloud.
Around the bloody tree
ye pressed with strong desire
That wondrous sight to see,
the Lord of life expire:
And could your eyes
have known a tear,
Had dropped it there
in sad surprise.
Around His sacred tomb
a willing watch ye keep
Till the blest moment come
to rouse Him from His sleep:
Then rolled the stone,
and all adored
Your rising Lord
with joy unknown.
When, all arrayed in light,
the shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed His rapturous flight
up to the throne of God,
And waved around
your golden wings,
And struck your strings
of sweetest sound.
The warbling notes pursue
and louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you
their own Redeemer’s praise:
And thou, my heart,
with equal flame,
And joy the same,
perform thy part.
---Alternative verses---
O ye immortal throng
of angels round the throne,
join with our earth-bound song
to make the Savior known.
On earth ye knew
his wondrous grace,
his beauteous face
in heaven ye view.
Ye saw the heaven-born child
in human flesh arrayed,
so innocent and mild
while in the manger laid.
"Glory to God
and peace on earth,"
for such a birth
ye sang aloud.
Ye in the wilderness
beheld the Tempter spoiled,
unmasked in every dress,
in every combat foiled.
With great delight
ye crowned his head
when Satan fled
the Savior's might.
Ye thronged to Calvary
and pressed with sad desire
that awful sight to see--
the Lord of life expire.
E'en angel eyes
slow tears did shed:
ye mourned the dead
in sad surprise.
Around his sacred tomb
a willing watch ye kept;
till out from death's vast room,
up from the grave, he leapt.
Ye rolled the stone,
and all adored
your rising Lord
with joy unknown.
When all arrayed in light
the shining conqueror rode,
ye hailed his wondrous flight
up to the throne of God.
And waved around
your golden wings,
and struck your strings
of sweetest sound.
The joyous notes pursue
and louder anthems raise;
while mortals sing with you
their own Redeemer's praise.
With equal flame
and equal art,
do thou my heart
extol his Name.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1737
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 5:11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1869 | # 311 | | 1982 | # 284 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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CHRISTCHURCH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1865
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 106 | C | | # 126 | C | | # 203 | C | | # 62 | C | | # 233 | C | | # 716 | D | | # 653 | D |
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