IW
Verse 1
From heaven the sinning angels fell,
And wrath and darkness chain’d them down;
But man, vile man, forsook his bliss,
And mercy lifts him to a crown.
Verse 2
Amazing work of sovereign grace
That could distinguish rebels so!
Our guilty treasons call’d aloud
For everlasting fetters too.
Verse 3
To thee, to thee, Almighty Love,
Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay:
Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise
On the bright hills of heavenly day.
Isaac Watts, “From Heaven the Sinning Angels Fell”