How great the wisdom, pow'r, and grace which in redemption shine! The heav'nly host with joy confess the work is all divine, the work is all divine, the work is all divine.
Before his feet they cast their crowns— those crowns which Jesus gave— and with ten thousand thousand tongues proclaim his pow'r to save, proclaim his pow'r to save, proclaim his pow'r to save.
They tell the triumphs of his cross, the suff'rings which he bore: how low he stooped, how high he rose, and rose to stoop no more, and rose to stoop no more, and rose to stoop no more.
Oh, let them still their voices raise. And still their songs renew: salvation well deserves the praise of men and angels, too, of men and angels, too, of men and angels, too.