Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #153: Come All Harmonious Tongues

Hymn #152 Hymn #154


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153 (S.M.) Isaac Watts

Come all harmonious tongues,

Your noblest music bring;

'Tis Christ the everlasting God

And Christ the man we sing.

Tell how He took our flesh,

To take away our guilt;

Sing the dear drops of sacred blood

That Jews and Gentiles spilt.

Down to the shades of death

He bowed His awful head;

Yet He arose, to live and reign,

When death itself is dead.

No more the bloody spear,

The cross and nails no more;

For hell itself shakes at His name,

And all the heav'ns adore.

There the Redeemer sits,

High on the Father's throne;

The Father sees His will fulfilled,

And smiles upon His Son.

There His full glories shine

With uncreated rays,

And bless His saints' and angels' eyes

To everlasting days.

Hymn #152 Hymn #154