Verse 1
Come, all harmonious tongues,
Your noblest music bring,
’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.
Verse 2
Tell how he took our flesh
To take away our guilt,
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood
That hellish monsters spilt.
Verse 3
[Alas, the cruel spear
Went deep into his side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murderous weapons dy’d.]
Verse 4
[The waves of swelling grief
Did o’er his bosom roll,
And mountains of almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.]
Verse 5
Down to the shades of death
He bow’d his awful head,
Yet he arose to live and reign
When death itself is dead.
Verse 6
No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at his Name,
And all the heavens adore.
Verse 7
There the Redeemer sits
High on the Father’s throne;
The Father lays his vengeance by,
And smiles upon his Son.
Verse 8
There his full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes
To everlasting days.
Isaac Watts, “Come, All Harmonious Tongues”