CHRIST seen of Angels. 1 Tim. iii. 16

O Ye immortal Throng Of Angels round the Throne, Join with our feeble Song To make the Saviour known: On Earth ye knew His wond'rous Grace, His beauteous Face In Heav'n ye view.

Ye saw the Heav'n-born Child In human Flesh array'd, Benevolent and mild, While 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 ev'ry Dress, In ev'ry Combat foil'd; And joy'd to crown The Victor's Head, When Satan fled Before his Frown.

Around the bloody Tree Ye press'd with strong Desire, That wond'rous Sight to see, The Lord of Life expire; And, could your Eyes Have known a Tear, Had drop'd it there In sad Surprize.

Around his sacred Tomb A willing Watch ye keep; Till the blest Moment come To rouse him from his Sleep: Then roll'd the Stone, And all ador'd Your rising Lord With Joy unknown.

When all array'd in Light The shining Conqu'ror rode, Ye hail'd his rapt'rous Flight Up to the Throne of GOD; And wav'd around Your golden Wings, And struck your Strings Of sweetest Sound.

The warbling Notes persue, And louder Anthems raise; While Mortals sing with you Their own Redeemer's Praise; And thou, my Heart, With equal Flame, And Joy the same, Perform thy Part.