Sinners, rejoice: your peace is made;
Your Savior on the cross hath bled:
Your God, in Jesus reconciled,
On all His works again hath smiled;
Hath grace through Him and blessing
To all in earth and all in Heavín.
Angels rejoice in Jesusí grace,
And vie with manís more favored race;
The blood that did for us atone,
Conferred on them some gift unknown;
Their joy through Jesusí pains
They triumph by His glorious wounds.
Or, stablished and confirmed by Him
Who did our lower world redeem,
Secure they keep their blest estate,
Firm on an everlasting seat;
Or, raised above themselves, aspire,
In bliss improved, in glory higher.
Him they beheld, our conquering
Returned with garments rolled in
They saw, and kindled at the sight,
And filled with shouts the realms of
With loudest hallelujahs met,
And fell, and kissed His bleeding
They saw Him in the courts above.
With all His recent prints of love;
The wounds, the blood! they heard its
That heightened all their highest
They felt it sprinkled through the
And shared that better sacrifice.
Not angel tongues can eíer express
The unutterable happiness;
Nor human hearts can eíer conceive
The bliss wherein through Christ they
But all your Heavín, ye glorious
And all your God, is doubly ours!