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Beyond the glittering starry globe
Far as th' eternal hills,
There, in the boundless worlds of light,
Our great Redeemer dwells.
Immortal angels, bright and fair,
In countless armies shine,
At His right hand, with golden harps,
To offer songs divine.
" Hail! Prince," they cry, " for ever hail!
Whose unexampled love
Moved Thee to quit these glorious realms
And royalties above !"
While Thou didst condescend on earth
To suffer rude disdain,
They cast their honours at Thy feet,
And waited on Thy train.
Blest Angels, who adoring wait
Around the Saviour's Throne,
Oh ! tell us, for your eyes have seen.
The wonders He has done.
Ye saw Him, when the heavens and earth.
A chaos first, He made,
And night involved the formless deep
In her tremendous shade.
And when, amidst the darksome void,
He bade the light arise,
And kindled up those shining orbs
That now adorn the skies,
Ye saw :—and in melodious song
Your powerful voices raise,
While all the new-born worlds resound
Their great Creator's praise.
And, when on earth He deign'd to dwell,
In mortal flesh array'd,
Ye wondering saw the Holy Child
In Bethlehem's stable laid.
While in the lowly crib reposed,
His Mother's tender care,
Ye stood around His homely bed,
And watch’d His slumbers there.
When fasting in the desert long
His spotless soul was tried,
Ye saw Him there the Tempter foil,
And soon His wants supplied.
Ye heard what gracious words He spoke,
The hearts of men to win ;
And saw, well pleased, the listening crow
Drink the sweet doctrine in ;
Beheld diseases, tempests, death,
His sovereign word obey,
And how, on dark benighted minds,
He poured eternal day.
Saw Him, from busy scenes retired
To spend the midnight hours,
While pure devotion fill'd His soul
With all her rapturous powers.
When on the sacred mount He shone,
In His own light array'd,
Ye saw, and own'd your Sovereign there,
And your just homage paid ;
Saw, when o'er Salem's fearful doom
He shed the tender tear ;
And how, to all His gracious calls,
She turned the deafened ear.
In all his toils, and dangers too,
Ye did His steps attend ;
Oft paused, and wondered, how at last
This scene of love would end.
And when the Powers of Hell combined
To fill His cup of woe,
Your pitying eyes beheld His tears
In bloody anguish flow.
As on the torturing Cross He hung,
And darkness veil'd the sky,
Ye saw, aghast, that awful sight,
The Lord of Glory die !
Astonish'd, here ye search and learn
High Heaven's mysterious ways,
That thus to guilty dying man
Immortal life conveys.
Anon He bursts the gates of death,
Subdues the tyrant's power :
Ye saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise,
And hailed the blissful hour,
Tended His chariot up the sky,
And bore Him to His Throne ;
Then swept your golden harps, and cried
"The glorious work is done !"
My soul the joyful triumph feels,
And thinks the moments long,
Ere she her Saviour's glory sees,
And joins your rapturous song.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1791
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ARLINGTON
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1762,1784
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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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| # 482 | F | | # 372 | F | | # 39 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 405 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 261 | G | | # 440 | G | | # 656 | G | | # 155 | F | | # 207 | F |
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