They sang as it were a new song before the throne, and before the four beasts, and the elders: and no man could learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from the earth.
Revelation 14:3
Words: William Kingsbury, in A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns for Private, Family, and Public Worship, by John Dobell (London: Williams & Smith, 1806).
Music: Italian Hymn Felice de Giardini, in The Collection of Psalm and Hymn Tunes Sung at the Chapel of the Lock Hospital, 1769 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good picture of Kingsbury (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Let us awake our joys,
Strike up with cheerful voice—
Each creature sing;
Angels—begin the song,
Mortals—the strains prolong,
In accents sweet and strong—
Jesus is King.
Proclaim abroad His name,
Tell of His matchless fame—
What wonders done;
Shout through hell’s dark profound;
Let the whole earth resound,
Till the high heavens resound—
The victory’s won.
He vanquished sin and hell,
And the last foe will quell;
Mourners rejoice!
His dying love adore;
Praise Him now raised in power,
And triumph ever more,
With a glad voice.
All hail the glorious day
When thro’ the heavenly way,
Lo, He shall come!
While they who pierced Him wail,
His promise shall not fail;
Saints, see your king prevail:
Come, dear Lord, come!