O sweetly breathe the lyres above

Verse 1

Oh, sweetly breathe the lyres above, When angels touch the quiv’ring string, And wake, to chant Emmanuel’s love, Such strains as angel-lips can sing.

Verse 2

And sweet, on earth, the choral swell, From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, When pardoned souls their raptures tell, And, grateful hymn Emmanuel’s praise.

Verse 3

Jesus, Thy name our souls adore; We own the bond that makes us Thine; And carnal joys that charmed before, We bow, and give ourselves away.

Verse 4

In Thee we trust—on Thee rely; Though we are feeble, Thou art strong; Oh, keep us till our spirits fly To join the bright immortal throng.