Come, All Harmonious Tongues

Come

all har­mo­ni­ous tongues

Your nob­lest mu­sic bring;

’Tis Christ the ev­er­last­ing God

And Christ the man

we sing.

Tell how He took our flesh

To take away our guilt;

Sing the dear drops of sac­red blood

That hell­ish mon­sters spilt.

Alas! the cru­el spear

Went deep in­to His side

And the rich flood of pur­ple gore

Their mur­der­ous wea­pons dyed.

The waves of swell­ing grief

Did o’er His bo­som roll

And mount­ains of al­migh­ty wrath

Lay hea­vy on His soul.

Down to the shades of death

He bowed His aw­ful head;

Yet He arose to live and reign

When death it­self is dead.

No more the bloody spear

The cross and nails no more;

For hell it­self shakes at His name

And all the heav’ns ad­ore.

There the Re­deem­er sits

High on the Fa­ther’s throne;

The Fa­ther lays His ven­geance by

And smiles up­on His Son.

There His full glo­ries shine

With un­cre­at­ed rays

And bless His saints and an­gels’ eyes

To ev­er­last­ing days.