The Exalted Saviour

Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above;
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing his wond'rous love.

While seraphs tune th' immortal song,
O may we feel the sacred flame;
And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Adore the Saviour's glorious name.

Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expir'd,
Who dy'd for rebels — yes, 'tis he!
How bright! how lovely! how admir'd

Jesus, who dy'd that we might live,
Dy'd in the wretched traitor's place—
O what returns can mortals give,
For such immeasurable grace?

Were universal nature ours,
And art with all her boasted store,
Nature and art with all their pow'rs
Would still confess the off'rer poor!

Yet though for bounty so divine
We ne'er can equal honours raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine,
And all our tongues proclaim thy praise.