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Seen of angels.
1 Tim. 3:16.
Beyond the starry skies,
Far as th’ eternal hills,
Yon heaven of heavens, with living light,
Our great Redeemer fills.
2 Around him angels fair,
In countless armies shine;
And ever, in exalted lays,
They offer songs divine.
3 “Hail, Prince of life!” they cry,
“Whose unexampled love
Moved thee to quit those glorious realms
And royalties above.”
4 And when he stooped to earth,
And suffered rude disdain,
They cast their honors at his feet,
And waited in his train.
5 They saw him on the cross,
While darkness vailed the skies;
And when he burst the gates of death,
They saw the Conqueror rise.
6 They thronged his chariot wheels,
And bore him to his throne;
Then swept their golden harps and sung—
“The glorious work is done.”
Turner, varied.