Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1850
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Hail all you hosts of seraphs bright
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8s and 7s
Tune: Italian Air
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 333, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHail! all you hosts of seraphs bright,
I come to join your com-pa-ny,
Here to partake your pure delight,
And join your sa-cred symph'ny;
My pains have ceas'd, my cares are o'er,
I now have reach'd the blissful shore,
And scenes of joy before me rise,
All heaven bursts upon my eyes.
O sound his praise, you heavenly choir,
Who saved me from the flaming fire.
No more shall earth's poor honors gain
One moments veneration,
With fleeting joys for me in vain
Shall Satan spread temptation;
I've fought the fight, no could I yield,
For Jesus was my glorious shield;
And now I'll give, in realms above,
The glory to my Saviour's love.
O! sound his praise, you heavenly choir,
Who saved me from the flaming fire.
Lo! angel bands, with paeans sweet,
The raptured soul entrancing,
Lead me the martyred saints to meet,
In joyful troops advancing.
I find my Christian neighbors here,
My brethren and my friends so dear,
And now, before th' eternal throne,
My Jesus claims me for his own!
Here reigns the Father of my Lord,
In light effulgent dwelling,
By all in heaven and earth adored,
All praises far excelling.
Around his throne the lightnings play,
And elders, ranged in bright array,
Blessing and glory give, and power,
To him that lives for evermore.
Here may I, robed in garments bright,
Enjoy unfailing treasure;
Or bathe in pure ethereal light,
And drink of living pleasure;
Where moments fly on angel wings,
And new delight each moment brings,
Where life, and love, and peace remains,
And through eternal ages reign.
O! sound his praise, &c.