Sweetly sing, sweet­ly sing,
Praises to our hea­v’n­ly king;
Let us raise, let us raise,
High our note of praise;
Praise to Him whose name is Love,
Praise to Him who reigns above;
Raise your songs, raise your songs,
Now with thank­ful tongues.

Angels bright, an­gels bright,
Robed in gar­ments pure and white,
Chant His praise, chant His praise,
In me­lo­di­ous lays;
But from that bright, hap­py throng,
Ne’er can come this sweet­est song—
Redeeming love, re­deem­ing love,
Brought us here ab­ove.

Far away, far away,
We in sin’s dark val­ley lay;
Jesus came, Je­sus came,
Blessèd be His name!
He re­deemed us by His grace,
Then pre­pared in Heav’n a place
To re­ceive—to re­ceive
All who will be­lieve.

Now we know—now we know
We to Heav’n must short­ly go;
Soon the call—soon the call
Comes to one and all.
Savior! when our time shall come,
Take us to our heav’n­ly home,
There we’ll raise notes of praise,
Through un­end­ing days.