Praise to the Redeemer

Hymn 25. From Isaac Watts, Watts and Selected Hymns. 1835.

Mighty God, while angels bless thee,
May an infant lisp thy name?
Lord of man, as well as angel's,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.

Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation,
Be thy just, exalted praise.
Hal.

For the grandeur of thy nature-
Grand beyond a seraph's thought-
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
Hal.

For thy providence that governs,
Through thine empire's wide domain;
Wings an angel-guides a sparrow-
Blessed by thy gentle reign.
Hal.

But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along!
Thought is poor, and poor expression;
Who dare sing that awful song?
Hal.

Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord, who came to die.
Hal.

Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays?
Shame would cover me, ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.
Hal.

From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe-
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow, my praise, forever flow.
Hal.

Go, return immortal Saviour;
Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return, and reign forever;
Be the kingdom all thine own.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah. Amen.