Text: | Ye saints, proclaim abroad |
Author: | Ryland |
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 Saviour 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 Saviour to adore;
Our depths are greater far than theirs,
Oh, be our praises more.
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First Line: | Ye saints, proclaim abroad |
Author: | Ryland |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; |
Topic: | Christ: Incarnation; Incarnate Saviour |