Praise

Verse 1

Awake, awake the sacred song To our incarnate Lord; Let ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue Adore th’eternal word.

Verse 2

That awful word, that sov'reign pow'r, By whom the worlds were made; (O happy marn! illustrious hour!) Was once in flesh array'd!

Verse 3

Then shone almighty pow'r and love In all their glorious forms: When Jesus left his throne above To dwell with sinful worms.

Verse 4

To dwell with misery below, The Saviour left the skies; And sunk to wretchedness and woe, That worthless man might rise.

Verse 5

Adoring angels tun'd their songs To hail the joyful day; With rapture then, let mortal tongues Their grateful worship pay.

Verse 6

What glory, Lord, to thee is due! With wonder we adore; But could we sing as angels do, Our highest praise were poor.