Hymns

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes

by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)

1

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Up to the courts above,
And smile to see our Father there
Upon a throne of love.

2

Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath,
And shot devouring flame
Our God appeared "consuming fire,"
And Vengeance was his name.

3

Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood
That calmed his frowning face,
That sprinkled o'er the burning throne,
And turned the wrath to grace.

4

Now we may bow before his feet,
And venture near the Lord;
No fiery cherub guards his seat,
Nor double-flaming sword.

5

The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss
Are opened by the Son;
High let us raise our notes of praise,
And reach th' almighty throne.

6

To thee ten thousand thanks we bring,
Great Advocate on high;
And glory to th' eternal King,
That lays his fury by.