1 O the delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
2 Princes to his imperial name
Bend their bright sceptres down;
Dominions, thrones, and pow'rs rejoice,
To see him wear the crown.
3 Archangels sound his lofty praise
Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street;
And lay their highest honours down,
Submissive, at his feet.
4 While angels shout and praise their King,
Let mortals learn their strains.
Let all the earth his honours sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.
5 Now to the Lamb, that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on thy head!
6 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris'ners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
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First Line: | O the delights, the heav'nly joys |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Resurrection and Glory of Christ |