Bright the vision that delighted Once the sight of Judah’s seer; Sweet the countless tongues united To entrance the prophet’s ear. Round the Lord in glory seated, Cherubim and seraphim Filled his temple, and repeated Each to each th’ alternate hymn:
2 “Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!” Heaven is still with glory ringing; Earth takes up the angel’s cry, “Holy, holy, holy,” singing, “Lord of hosts, the Lord most high!”
3 Ever thus in God’s high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thoughts his greatness raises, And our love his gifts recite. With his seraph train before him, With his holy church below, Thus conspire we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthem flow;
4 “Lord, thy glory fills the heaven; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord! Thus thy glorious name confessing, We adopt the angels’ cry, ‘Holy, holy, holy,’ blessing Thee, the Lord of hosts most high!”
663 8s & 7s, peculiar. Hark! ten thousand harps.
Hark! ten thousand harps and voices Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns and heaven rejoices; Jesus reigns, the God of love; See, he sits on yonder throne; Jesus rules the world alone.
2 Jesus, hail! whose glory brightens All above, and gives it worth; Lord of life, thy smile enlightens, Cheers and charms thy saints on earth; When we think of love like thine, Lord, we own it love divine.
3 King of glory, reign for ever; Thine an everlasting crown: Nothing from thy love shall sever Those whom thou hast made thine own; Happy objects of thy grace, Destined to behold thy face.
4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; Bring, O bring the glorious day, When, the awful summons hearing, Heaven and earth shall pass away: Then, with golden harps, we’ll sing, “Glory, glory to our King.”
664 8s, 7s & 4s. Worthy is the Lamb, etc. Rev. 5:12.
Glory, glory everlasting, Be to him who bore the cross, Who redeemed our souls by tasting Death, the death deserved by us: Sound his glory While our heart with transport glows.
2 Jesus’ love is love unbounded, Without measure, without end: Human thought is here confounded; ’Tis too vast to comprehend; Praise the Saviour; Magnify the sinner’s Friend.
3 While we hear the wondrous story Of the Saviour’s cross and shame, Sing we, “Everlasting glory Be to God and to the Lamb!” Saints and angels, Give ye glory to his name.
665 11s. He hath put a new song in my mouth. Psalm 40:3.
O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy! Our lives to thy honor we wish to employ; With praises unceasing we’ll sing of thy name! Thy goodness increasing, thy love we’ll proclaim.
2 The wonderful name of our Jesus we’ll sing, And publish the fame of our Captain and King, With sweet exultation his goodness we prove; His name is salvation—his nature is Love.
3 And when to the regions of glory we rise, And join the bright legions that shout through the skies, We’ll tell the glad story of Jesus’ kind grace, And give him the glory, and honor, and praise.
4 In this blest employment our spirits shall rest, In sweetest enjoyment on Jesus’ own breast; We’ll drink of the streams of Immanuel’s love, And bask in the beams of his glory above.
666 11s. Worthy is the Lamb. Rev. 5:12.
Come, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb, The theme most sublime of the angels above; They dwell with delight on the sound of his name, And gaze on his glories with wonder and love.
2 They worship the Lamb who for sinners was slain; But their loftiest songs never equal his love: The claims of his mercy will ever remain, Transcending the anthems in glory above.
3 Yet even our service he will not despise, When we join in his worship and tell of his name; Then let us unite in the song of the skies, And, trusting his mercy, sing, “Worthy the Lamb.”
667 6s & 4s. Let us awake our joys.
Let us awake our joys; Strike up with cheerful voice, Each creature sing: Angels, begin the song; Mortals, the strain prolong, In accents sweet and strong, “Jesus is King.”
2 Proclaim abroad his name; Tell of his matchless fame! What wonders done; Above, beneath, around, Let all the earth resound, ’Till heaven’s high arch rebound, “Victory is won.”
3 He vanquished sin and hell, And our last foe will quell; Mourners, rejoice; His dying love adore; Praise him now raised in power; Praise him for evermore, With joyful voice.
4 All hail the glorious day, When through the heavenly way, Lo! he shall come, While they who pierced him, wail; His promise shall not fail; Saints, see your King prevail: Great Saviour, come.
668 6s & 4s. Rev. 5:12, 13.