Hark, Ten Thousand Harps and Voices

Hark

ten thou­sand harps and voic­es

Sound the note of praise ab­ove!

Jesus reigns

and Heav’n re­joic­es

Jesus reigns

the God of love;

See

He sits on yon­der throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

Hallelujah! Hal­le­lu­jah!

Hallelujah! Amen!

Well may an­gels

bright and glo­ri­ous

Sing the prais­es of the Lamb;

While on earth

He proved vic­tor­ious;

Now He bears a match­less name.

Well may an­gels sing of Him:

Heav’n sup­plies no rich­er theme.

Come

ye saints

unite your prais­es

With the an­gels round His throne;

Soon

we hope

our God will raise us

To the place where He is gone.

Meet it is that we should sing

Glory

glo­ry

to our king!

Sing how Je­sus came from Heav­en

How He bore the cross be­low

How all pow­er to Him is giv­en

How He reigns in glo­ry now.

’Tis a great and end­less theme

O

’tis sweet to sing of Him.

Jesus

hail! Whose glo­ry bright­ens

All above

and gives it worth;

Lord of life

Thy smile en­light­ens

Cheers

and charms Thy saints on earth;

When we think of love like Thine

Lord

we own it love di­vine.

King of glo­ry

reign for­ev­er!

Thine an ev­er­last­ing crown.

Nothing from Thy love shall sev­er

Those whom Thou hast made Thine own:

Happy ob­jects of Thy grace

Destined to be­hold Thy face.

Savior

hast­en Thine ap­pear­ing;

Bring

O bring the glo­ri­ous day

When

the aw­ful sum­mons bear­ing

Heaven and earth shall pass away;

Then with gold­en harps we’ll sing

Glory

glo­ry to our king!