1 Come, let us lift our voices high,
High as our joys arise;
And join the songs above the sky,
Where pleasure never dies.

2 Jesus, the Lord that fought and bled,
How kind his smiles appear!
What melting, soothing words he says
To ev'ry humble ear!

3 "For you, the opbjects of my love,
It was for you I died.
Behold my hands, behold my feet,
And look into my side.

4 "These are the wounds for you I bore,
The tokens of my pains,
When I came down to free your souls
From misery and chains."

5 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise
For goodness so divine:
O may we ever feel thy grace,
And die to ev'ry sin!