An Hymn of Praise to Jesus

Exalted on a throne of grace, With smiles eternal on his face, Jesus, a Prince and Saviour, reigns; Blest Angels, full of holy flame, His uncreated pow'r proclaim, In lofty everlasting strains.

Triumphant saints around the throne, Sing what the Prince of life has done, His peerless love, and precious blood; They swell the music of the sky, Possess'd of pure eternal joy, In presence of their loving God.

Hark! how the Empyrean rings! While each wrapt seraph sweetly sings, O could I catch their sacred flame! Then rocks, and caves, and woodlands round, Should echo with the charming sound Of Jesus, precious Jesu's name.

Come, touch my lips with hallow'd fire, My heart with melody inspire, To sing my Saviour's bleeding love; To save me from the pains of hell, In which damn'd souls and devils dwell, He left the splendid throne above.

Hosanna to the mighty God, Who liv'd for me, and shed his blood, That grace and glory might be mine; Ten thousand thousand thanks be giv'n To HIM who made my peace with heaven, And fills my soul with love divine.