Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel’s love:
Once they knew, like us below,
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
Torturing pain and heavy woe,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears.
2 ’Mid the chorus of the skies,
’Mid the angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
Songs of praise to Jesus’ love!