Now Let Us Raise Our Cheerful Strains

Now let us raise our cheer­ful strains

And join the bliss­ful choir ab­ove;

There our ex­alt­ed Sav­ior reigns

And there they sing His won­drous love.

While ser­aphs tune th’im­mor­tal song;

O may we feel the sac­red flame;

And every heart and ev­ery tongue

Adore the Sav­ior’s glo­ri­ous name.

Jesus

who once up­on the tree

In ago­niz­ing pains ex­pired

Who died for re­bels—yes

’tis He!

How bright! how love­ly! how ad­mired!

Jesus

who died that we might live

Died 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 pow­ers

Would still con­fess the of­fer­er poor!

Yet tho’ for boun­ty so di­vine

We ne’er can eq­ual hon­ors raise

Jesus

may all our hearts be Thine

And all our tongues pro­claim Thy praise.