How great the wis­dom, pow­er and grace,
Which in re­demp­tion shine!
Angels and men with joy con­fess,
The work is all di­vine.

Myriads of spir­its round the throne,
Behold with won­der­ing eyes,
God’s holy, un­de­fil­èd One
Once made a sac­ri­fice

Beneath His feet they cast their crowns,
Those crowns which Je­sus gave,
And, with ten thou­sand thou­sand tongues,
Proclaim His pow­er to save.

They tell the tri­umphs of His cross,
The suf­fer­ings which He bore;
How low He stooped, how high He rose,
And rose to stoop no more.

Oh let them still their voic­es raise,
And still their songs re­new;
Salvation well de­serves the praise
Of men, and an­gels, too.