1 Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man, we sing.

2 Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.

3 Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side;
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dy'd.]

4 [The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath,
Lay heavy on his soul.]

5 Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.

6 No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more:
For hell itself shakes at his name,
And all the heav'ns adore.

7 There the Redeemer sits,
High on his Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.

8 There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays;
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes,
To everlasting days.