A truth so strange! ’twere bold to think it true,
If not far bolder still, to disbelieve.
Young.
Harp! lift thy voice on high! shout, angels, shout!
And loudest ye redeemed! Glory to God,
And to the Lamb, who bought us with His blood,
From every kindred, nation, people, tongue;
And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls;
And gave us robes of linen pure, and crowns
Of life, and made us kings and priests to God!