The New Song
Whence that sweet, inspiring strain,
Pealing on my ravished ear?
Hark! its thrilling notes again
From the courts of heaven I hear—
“Hallelujah to the Lamb,
Who hath bought us with His blood!
Honor, glory to His name,
We through Him are sons of God.”
Angels fain their notes would join
With that vast, triumphant song;
But their harps, though all divine,
Ne’er can reach that wondrous song
Learned on earth, and new in heaven,
Only they its chords can know
Who to God by grace are given,
Ransomed from the depths of wo.
Angels can not know or tell,
In their pure, unfallen bliss,
How a soul, redeemed from hell,
Sings the mystery of grace!
They the chosen, countless throng,
Ever round the throne above,
In their new and endless song,
Celebrate redeeming love.