1 Ye saints, proclaim abroad
The honours 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 oblig'd as we,
To our Immanuel's love.
3 They never sunk so low,
They are not rais'd so high;
They never knew such depths of wo,
Such heights of majesty.
4 The Saviour did not join
Their nature to his own;
For them he shed no blood divine,
Nor breath'd a single groan.
5 May we with angels vie,
The Saviour 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. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christ: Incarnation; The birth of Christ joy to the world |