Lord, When Thou Didst Ascend on High |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels filled the sky; Those heav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state.
2. Not Sinai's mountain could appear | 3. How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious powers of hell, That thousand souls had captive made, Were all in chains like captives led.
4. Raised by his Father to the throne, |