1 Ye saints, proclaim abroad
The honors of your King;
To Jesus, your incarnate God,
Your songs of praises sing.
2 Not angels round the throne
Of majesty above,
Are half so much obliged as we
To our Immanuel's love.
3 They never sunk so low,
They are not raised so high;
They never knew such depths of woe,
Such heights of majesty.
4 The Savior did not join
Their nature to His own;
For them He shed no blood divine,
Nor breathed a single groan.
5 May we with angels vie
The Savior to adore;
Our debts are greater far than theirs,
O be our praises more!
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First Line: | Ye saints, proclaim abroad |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Passion |
Notes: | Author from Index: Ryland |