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I While angels thus, O Lord! rejoice,
Shall men no anthem raise?
O may we lose these useless tongues,
When we forget to praise!
II Then let us swell responsive notes,
And join the heav'nly throng;
For angels no such love have known
As we, to wake their song!
III Good-will to sinful dust is shewn,
And peace on earth is giv'n;
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
With news of joy from heav'n!
IV Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
His rising beams adorn!
Let heav'n and earth in concert sing,
"The promis'd child is born!"
V Glory to God, in highest strains,
By highest worlds is paid!
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd;
VI Till we attain those blissful realms,
Where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival the celestial choirs
In their immortal strains!
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First Line: | While angels thus, O Lord! rejoice |
Title: | The Song of Men, respnsive to the Song of Angels |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |