1 Hark! what triumphant strains are these,
Which echo through the vault of heaven?
"To Jesus once on Calvary slain,
The kingdoms of the earth are given."
2 Hark! the new song before the throne,
Which only the redeem'd can raise;
Angels may tune their golden harps,
But cannot reach these notes of praise.
3 They worship our exalted Lord,
And hail him universal King;
But saints--the purchase of his blood,
Can strike a sweeter, nobler string.
4 The wonders of his dying love.
Their hallelujahs loud proclaim,
While with extatic joy they shout
New honours to his sacred name.
5 From every kindred, every tongue,
From barbarous nations long unknown,
From polish'd Greeks and Scythians rude,
A countless host surround the throne.
6 In robes of spotless white array'd,
And palms of victory in their hand,
With holy wonder and delight,
The trophies of his grace they stand.
7 And still till time shall be mo more,
The mighty concourse shall increase;
And Jesus gain, in heathen lands,
New subjects of the reign of peace.
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First Line: | Hark! what triumphant strains are these |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Kingdom and Church of Christ: Missionary Hymn; The Universal Reign of Christ |