Man honored above angels by John Newton

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;

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,

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.