From Heav’n the Sinning Angels Fell

From Heav’n the sin­ning an­gels fell

And wrath and dark­ness chained them down;

But man

vile man

for­sook his bliss

And mer­cy lifts him to a crown.

Amazing work of sov­er­eign grace

That could dis­ting­uish re­bels so!

Our guil­ty trea­sons called aloud

For ev­er­last­ing fet­ters

too.

To Thee

to Thee

Al­migh­ty Love

Our souls

our­selves

our all we pay:

Millions of tongues shall sound Thy praise

On the bright hills of heav’n­ly day.