1 Come, all harmonious tongues, Your noblest music bring, 'Tis Christ the everlasting God, And Christ the man we sing.
2 Tell how he took our flesh To take away our guilt, Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters spilt.
3 [Alas, the cruel spear Went deep into his side, And the rich flood of purple gore Their murderous weapons dy'd.]
4 [The waves of swelling grief Did o'er his bosom roll, And mountains of almighty wrath Lay heavy on his soul.]
5 Down to the shades of death He bow'd his awful head, Yet he arose to live and reign When death itself is dead.
6 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nails no more; For hell itself shakes at his Name, And all the heavens adore.
7 There the Redeemer sits High on the Father's throne; The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son.
8 There his full glories shine With uncreated rays, And bless his saints' and angels' eyes To everlasting days.