403    148th     S. Stennett
A Song of Praise to Christ. Phil. 2. 6-11; Rev. 5. 9-13

1 Come, every gracious heart,
  That loves the Saviour’s name,
  Your noblest powers exert,
  To celebrate his fame;
  Tell all who fear the Lord below,
  The debt of love to him you owe.

2 He left his starry crown,
  And laid his robes aside,
  On wings of love came down,
  And wept, and bled, and died;
  What he endured no tongue can tell,
  To save our souls from death and hell.

3 From the dark grave he rose,
  The mansion of the dead;
  And thence his mighty foes
  In glorious triumph led;
  Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
  And reigns on high, the Saviour, God.

4 From thence he’ll quickly come;
  His chariots will not stay;
  And bear our spirits home,
  To realms of endless day.
  There shall we see his lovely face,
  And ever dwell in his embrace.