CCCIV. CHRIST seen of Angels.

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.