Come, Let Us Lift Our Voices High

Come

let us lift our voic­es high

High as our joys arise

And join the songs ab­ove the sky

Where plea­sure nev­er dies.

Jesus

the God that fought and bled

And con­quered when He fell;

That rose

and at His cha­ri­ot wheels

Dragged all the pow­ers of hell.

Jesus

our God

in­vites us here

To this tri­um­phal feast

And brings im­mor­tal bless­ings down

For each re­deem­èd guest.

The Lord

how glo­ri­ous is His face!

How kind His smiles ap­pear!

And oh! what melt­ing words He says

To ev­ery hum­ble ear.

“For you

the child­ren of My love

It was for you I died;

Behold My hands

be­hold My feet

And look in­to My side!

“These are the wounds for you I bore

The to­kens of My pains

When I came down to free your souls

From mi­se­ry and chains.

“Justice un­sheathed its fie­ry sword

And plunged it in My heart;

Infinite pangs for you I bore

And most tor­ment­ing smart.

“When hell

and all its spite­ful pow­ers

Stood dread­ful in My way

To res­cue those dear lives of yours

I gave My own away.

“But while I bled

and groaned

and died

I ru­ined Sa­tan’s throne;

High on My cross I hung

and spied

The mon­ster tum­bling down.

Now you must tri­umph at My feast

And taste My flesh

My blood

And live eter­nal ages blest

For ’tis im­mor­tal food.

Victorious God! what can we pay

For fa­vors so di­vine?

We would de­vote our hearts away

To be for ev­er Thine.

We give Thee

Lord

our high­est praise

The tri­bute of our tongues;

But themes so in­fi­nite as these

Exceed our nob­lest songs.