The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Angels and men your songs renew

Angels and men your songs renew,
   Sing all with pious mirth
Rejoice and shout, ye heavens above,
   And be thou glad. O earth.

His son the God of grace sent down
   With sinful men to dwell,
The wretched captives to redeem
   From the wide jaws of hell.

So heinous were our crimes, so great
   Our guilt; that nothing less
Than the effusion of his blood
   Could purchase our release.

His blood his father's wrath atones,
   Quenches infernal fire,
Disarms death of its poison'd sting,
   Makes hell's black troops retire.

He gain'd this victory alone,
   We in the triumph share;
He wore our thorns, that we with him
   Might crowns of glory wear.

Thy love, O Lord our righteousness,
   Our highest thoughts transcends;
Divinely free, and knows no bounds
   Constant, and never ends.

O may that Joy thy favor brings.
   In all our souls abound!
So while our king at table sits,
   Our tongues his praise shall found.

Of the sweet fruits of paradise,
   Thou giv'st us here a taste;
Wisely reserving for thy friends
   The best wine to the last;

To that bright endless day, when we
   Shall hidden manna eat
Amid the heav'nly Eden, where
   Our bliss shall be complete.

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