Now let us raise our cheer­ful strains,
And join the bliss­ful choir ab­ove;
There our ex­alt­ed Sav­ior reigns,
And there they sing His won­drous love.

While ser­aphs tune th’im­mor­tal song;
O may we feel the sac­red flame;
And every heart and ev­ery tongue
Adore the Sav­ior’s glo­ri­ous name.

Jesus, who once up­on the tree
In ago­niz­ing pains ex­pired,
Who died for re­bels—yes, ’tis He!
How bright! how love­ly! how ad­mired!

Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretch­ed trai­tor’s place—
O what re­turns can mor­tals give,
For such im­mea­sur­able grace?

Were uni­vers­al na­ture ours,
And art with all her boast­ed store,
Nature and art with all their pow­ers,
Would still con­fess the of­fer­er poor!

Yet tho’ for boun­ty so di­vine,
We ne’er can eq­ual hon­ors raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be Thine,
And all our tongues pro­claim Thy praise.