EN 1071 Sing, Ye Ransomed Nations, Sing
Ps.57.9
Versi Version 1
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Sing, ye ransomed nations, sing
Praises to our new-born King;
Son of Man our Maker is,
Lord of Hosts and Prince of Peace.
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Lo! He lays His glory by,
Emptied of His majesty!
See the God Who all things made,
Humbly in a manger laid.
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Cast we off our needless fear,
Boldly to His cratch draw near;
Jesus is our flesh and bone,
God-with-Us is all our own.
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Let us then with angels gaze
On our new-born Monarch’s face,
With the choir celestial joined,
Shout the Savior of mankind.
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Son of Man, will He despise
Man’s well meaning sacrifice?
No; with condescending grace
He accepts His creature’s praise.
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Will His majesty disdain
The poor shepherd’s simple strain?
No; for Israel’s Shepherd He
Loves their artless melody.
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He will not refuse the song
Of the stammering infant’s tongue;
Babes He hears humanely mild,
Once Himself a little Child.
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Let us then our Prince proclaim,
Humbly chant Immanuel’s Name;
Publish at His wondrous birth
Praise in Heaven and peace on earth.
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Triumph in our Savior’s love,
Till He takes us up above,
All His majesty displays,
Shows us all His glorious face.

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