Raise We Our Voices to the Lord of Glory

1. Raise we our voices to the Lord of Glory, Who o'er the pow'rs of Hell such triumphs won! How fade the deeds of heros fam'd in story; Like twinkling stars before the rising sun; See him descending; Angel-hosts attending; Chaunting adoration: Hailing all creation, With tidings of Salvation, For Man begun!

2. View we with awe the heav'nly infant stranger; For 'tis a God, reveal'd to mortal eyes! See, lowly lying in the hallow'd manger, Beauty celestial pierce the mean disguise! See his fond Mother, Transport scarcely smother! Wrapt in meditation; Lost in admiration, That she from all her nation Should bear the prize!

3. See eastern sages, by a star directed, Gold, myrrh, and frankincense in tribute bring, See the sweet babe by his dread sire protected, From the fell rage of Judah's cruel King! See him -- (all things ended       Love divine intende)-- On the cross expiring; Then to bliss retiring: All earth, all Heav'n admiring! Then, joyful, sing:

4. "Blessing and honour, glory and thanksgiving   "Be unto Him, who sitteth upon the Throne "And to the Lamb, once slain, now ever-living:   "Whose precious blood was shed, our guilt t' attone: "O Holy Spirit,       "Source of merit. "Grant thy grace restoring,       "When we kneel, imploring, "And when we sing adoring,       "The THREE IN ONE!"