Shout, Ye Lower Sons of Men

Shout

ye low­er sons of men

Shout again

and yet again;

God with man ye now may see

Offspring of vir­gin­ity.

Subject of the an­gels’ songs

Praised by all the heav’n­ly throngs

Jesu comes

man­kind to save

Tho’ the earth be­comes His grave

Tho’ the earth be­comes His grave.

Catch the strains by an­gels sung

Let the song

by them be­gun

Waft o’er hill and dale and sea

Praising hum­bled De­ity.

Rise

and lift your voic­es high!

Though you live be­neath the sky;

Let the praise of Je­sus be

Heralded from sea to sea

Heralded from sea to sea.

Not the hosts of hell did He

Save from deep ma­lign­ity;

But the crowds of earth­ly race

Were the sub­jects of His grace.

He to save us from our woe

Came to live with us be­low;

Rise and shout His prais­es high

Let them ec­ho through the sky

Let them ec­ho through the sky.