|NOW let us join with hearts and tongues,
To emulate the angels’ songs;
For mortals may address their King
With songs that angels cannot sing!
|2||They praise the Lamb Who once was slain,
But we must praise in higher strain;
Not only sing, ‘He suffered thus,’
But, that He suffered all for us!
|3||Jesus, Who passed the angels by,
Assumed our flesh, to bleed and die;
And still He makes it His abode;
As man, He fills the throne of God.
|4||Our next of kin, our Brother now,
Is He to Whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise His name,
But we the nearest interest claim.
|5||But O, how faint our praises rise!
This is the wonder of the skies,
That we, who share His richest love,
So cold and unconcerned should prove.
|6||O glorious hour! it comes with speed,
When we from sin and darkness freed,
Shall see the God Who died for man,
And praise Him more than angels can.
|John Newton, 1725-1807|