Classic Poem

HYMN XLII.

Come, let us bless the glorious name
Of our great prince Immanuel ;
Who from heav'ns highest regions came,
To save us from the lowest hell.

Nor did this prince of life disdain
A mortal body to assume;
To live in sorrow, die in pain,
And be interr'd within a tomb.

That men, by guilt of life bereav'd,
Might have their num'rous crimes forgiven;
Rebels might be to grace receiv'd,
T' inlarge the family of heaven.

Th' angelick host this grace admire,
Which reconciles apostate man;
To sound that mystick deep desire,
Contriv'd before the world began.

They with soft musick fill'd the air,
When first our Saviour drew his breath:
They chear'd his mind opprest with care,
When tempted, and approaching death.

They now around his throne above
To heav'nly ayres their voices raise;
With humble joy that grace approve
Which yields 'em endless songs of praise.

While they loud Hallelujah 's sing
Above our notes, our thoughts above;
In glad Hosanna 's to our king
We'll sing of reconciling love.