1 O ye immortal throng
Of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song
To make the Savior known:
On earth ye knew
His wondrous grace,
His beautious face
In heaven ye view.

2 Ye saw the heaven-born child
In human flesh array'd,
Benevolent and mild,
While in the manger laid:
And praise to God,
And peace on earth,
For such a birth,
Proclaim'd aloud.

3 Ye in the wilderness
Behold the tempter's spoil'd,
Well known in every dress,
In every combat foil'd;
And joy'd to crown
The victor's head,
When satan fled
Before his frown.

4 Around the bloody tree
Ye press'd with strong desire
That wondrous sight to see,
The Lord of life expire;
And, could your eyes
Have known a tear,
Had dropp'd it there
In sad surprise.

5 Around His sacred tomb
A willing watch ye keep;
Till the blest moment come
To rouse Him from His sleep:
Then roll'd the stone,
And all ador'd
Your rising Lord
With joy unknown.

6 When all array'd in Light,
The shining Conqueror rode,
Ye haile'd his rapturous flight
Up to the throne of God;
And wav'd around
Your golden wings,
And struck your strings
Of sweetest sound.

7 The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise;
While mortals sing with you
Their own redeemer's praise:
And thou, my heart,
With equal flame,
And joy the same,
Perform thy part.