1 Ye saints, proclaim abroad
The honors of your King;
To Jesus, your incarnate God,
Your songs of praises sing.

2 Not angels round the throne
Of majesty above
Are half so much in debt as we
To our Immanuel's love.

3 They never sunk so low,
They are not raised so high;
They never knew such depths of woe,
Such heights of majesty.

4 The Savior did not join
Their nature to His own;
For them He shed no blood divine
Nor breathed a single groan.

5 May we with angels vie
The Savior to adore;
Our debts are greater far than theirs,
O be our praises more!

Amen.