Hymnal: Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs
Date: 1828
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: A Campbell
First Line: O ye immortal throng
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: Hymn 21
Page Number: 071, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO YE immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Saviour known:
On earth ye knew
His wond'rous grace;
His beauteous face
In heaven ye view.
Ye saw the heaven-born child,
In human flesh array'd,
Benevolent and mild,
While in the manger laid;
And praise to God,
And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaim'd aloud.
Ye in the wilderness,
Beheld the tempter spoil'd;
Well known in ev'ry dress,
In every combat foil'd;
And joy'd to crown
The victor's head,
When Satan fled
Before his frown.
Around the bloody tree
Ye press'd with strong desire,
That wond'rous sight to see,
The Lord of life expire;
And, could your eyes
Have known a tear,
Had dropp'd 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 roll'd the stone,
And all ador'd
Your rising Lord,
With joy unknown.
When all array'd in light,
The shining conqu'ror rode,
Ye hail'd his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God'
And wav'd 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.