8,8,8,8

Man honored above angels.

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;
Rev 5

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,
Heb 2:16

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 darkness freed,

Shall see the GOD who died for man,

And praise him more than angels can. [24]

[24] See also Book 3, Hymn 83