Beyond the glit­ter­ing star­ry skies,
Far as th’eter­nal hills,
There, in those bound­less worlds of light,
Our great Re­deem­er dwells.

Legions of an­gels strong and fair,
In count­less ar­mies shine,
At His right hand with gold­en harps,
To of­fer songs di­vine.

Hail, Prince! they cry, for ev­er hail!
Whose un­ex­am­pled love
Moved Thee to quit those glo­ri­ous realms,
And ro­yal­ties above.

While He did con­des­cend on earth
To suf­fer rude dis­dain,
They cast their hon­ors at His feet,
And wait­ed in His train.

Through all His tra­vels here be­low
They did His steps at­tend!
Oft gazed and won­dered where at last
This scene of love would end.

They saw His heart trans­fixed with wounds,
His crim­son sweat and gore,
They saw Him break the bars of death,
Which none e’er brake be­fore.

They brought His cha­ri­ot from above,
To bear Him to His throne,
Clapped their tri­um­phant wings and cried,
The glo­ri­ous work is done!