Hymn CCXI. Hallelujah Metre. Christ seen of Angels

O YE immortal throng, Of angels round the throne, Join with our feeble song, And make the Saviour known; On earth ye knew, His wondrous grace; His radiant face, In heaven ye view.

Ye saw the heav'n-born child, In human flesh array'd; How innocent and mild, When in the manger laid! And praise to God, And peace on earth, For such a birth, Proclaim'd aloud.

Ye in the wilderness, Beheld the tempter spoil'd, Well known in every dress, In every combat foil'd; Ye join'd to crown, The victor's head, When Satan fled, Before his frown.

Ye kept a silent guard, Around his sleeping head; Till the bright morn appear'd, Which wak'd him from the dead. Then roll'd the stone, And all ador'd, Your rising Lord, With joy unknown.

When all array'd in light, The shining conqueror rode; Ye hail'd his rapt'rous flight, Up to the throne of God. And wav'd around, Your ardent wings, And tun'd your strings, Of noblest sound.

The warbling notes pursue, And louder anthems raise; Whilst mortals sound with you, Their own redeemer's praise. And thou, my soul, With equal flame, His praise proclaim, Whilst ages roll.