From highest Heav’n the eter­nal Son,
With God the Fa­ther ever One,
Came down to suf­fer and to die;
For love of sin­ful man He bore
Our hu­man griefs and trou­bles sore,
Our load of guilt and mi­se­ry.

Rejoice, ye saints of God, and praise
The Lamb who died, His flock to raise
From sin and ev­er­last­ing woe;
With an­gels round the throne ab­ove
O tell the won­ders of His love,
The joys that from His mer­cy flow.

In dark­est shades of night we lay,
Without a beam to guide our way,
Or hope of aught be­yond the grave;
But He has brought us life and light,
And op­ened Heav­en to our sight,
And lives for­ev­er strong to save.

Rejoice, ye saints of God, re­joice;
Sing out, and praise with cheer­ful voice
The Lamb whom Heav’n and earth ad­ore;
To Him who gave His on­ly Son,
To God the Spir­it, with Them One,
Be praise and glo­ry ev­er­more.