Now Let Us Join with Hearts and Tongues
Citation, lyrics and music are copied from The Cyber Hymnal and are public domain. Midi file is modified to piano only. Lyrics may be modified for doctrinal accuracy. This version is not copyrighted. If you find it a blessing, please feel free to use it. — In Christ, Paul W. Davis
But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than
the angels for the suffering of death, crowned with glory and
honour; that he by the grace of God should taste death for every
man.
For it became him, for whom are all things, and by whom
are all things, in bringing many sons unto glory, to make
the captain of their salvation perfect through sufferings. For
both he that sanctifieth and they who are sanctified are
all of one: for which cause he is not ashamed to call them
brethren, Saying, I will declare thy name unto my brethren, in
the midst of the church will I sing praise unto thee. And again,
I will put my trust in him. And again, Behold I and the children
which God hath given me.
Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood,
he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through
death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is,
the devil; And deliver them who through fear of death were all
their lifetime subject to bondage. For verily he took not on
him the nature of angels; but he took on him the seed
of Abraham. (Hebrews 2:9-16)
Words: John Newton, Olney Hymns (London: W. Oliver, 1779). Lyrics modified by Paul W. Davis, 2006
Music: "Mainzer," Joseph Mainzer, circa 1845.
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King
In songs that angels cannot sing.
They praise the Lamb Who once was slain,
But we can add a higher strain;
Not only say, "He suffered thus,"
But that He suffered all for us.
When angels by transgression fell,
Justice consigned them all to hell;
But mercy formed a wondrous plan,
To save and honor fallen man.
Jesus, Who passed the angels by,
Assumed our flesh to bleed and die;
And still He makes it His abode,
As man, He fills the throne of God.
Our next of kin, our Brother now,
Is He to Whom the angels bow;
They join with us to praise His Name,
But we the nearest interest claim.
But ah! how faint our praises rise!
Sure, 'tis the wonder of the skies;
That we, who share His richest love,
So cold and unconcerned should prove.
O glorious hour, it comes with speed
When we from sin and this flesh freed,
Shall see the God Who died for man,
And praise Him more than angels can.