O Ye Immortal Throng

O ye im­mor­tal throng

Of an­gels round the throne

Join with our fee­ble song

To make the Sav­ior known:

On earth ye knew His won­drous grace;

His beau­te­ous face in Heav’n ye view.

Ye saw the Heav’n-born child

In hu­man flesh ar­rayed

Benevolent and mild

While in the man­ger laid:

And Praise to God

and peace on earth

For such a birth

pro­claimed aloud.

Ye

in the wil­der­ness

Beheld the temp­ter spoiled

Well known in ev­ery dress

In ev­ery com­bat foiled;

And joyed to crown the Vic­tor’s head

When Sa­tan fled be­fore His frown.

Around the bloody tree

Ye pressed with strong de­sire

That won­drous sight to see

The Lord of life ex­pire:

And could your eyes have known a tear

Had dropped it there in sad sur­prise.

Around His sac­red tomb

A will­ing watch ye keep

Till the blest mo­ment come

To rouse Him from His sleep:

Then rolled the stone

and all ad­ored

Your ris­ing Lord with joy un­known.

When

all ar­rayed in light

The shin­ing Con­quer­or rode

Ye hailed His rap­tur­ous flight

Up to the throne of God

And waved around your gold­en wings

And struck your strings of sweet­est sound.

The warb­ling notes pur­sue

And louder an­thems raise

While mor­tals sing with you

Their own Re­deem­er’s praise:

And thou

my heart

with eq­ual flame

And joy the same

per­form thy part.