Now Let Us Raise Our Cheerful Strains
Now let us raise our cheerful strains,
And join the blissful choir above;
There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And there they sing His wondrous love.
Jesus, who once upon the tree
In agonizing pains expired,
To save us rebels,–yes, ’tis He!
How bright, how lovely, how admired!
Jesus, who died that we might live,
Died in the wretched traitor’s place,
Oh, what returns can mortals give
For such immeasurable grace!
Yet, though for bounty so divine
We ne’er can equal honors raise,
Jesus, may all our hearts be Thine,
And all our tongues proclaim Thy praise.