Classic Poem

The provinces of light,
Are far beyond our sight,
Exprest in wond'rous forms,
The holy cherub charms,
The seraphs incense bring,
And Gabriel strikes his string,
And infants sweetly sing,

Hosanna to, Hosanna to, Hosanna to the son of David,
Replete with bliss, Replete with bliss, Replete with bliss,
For they are saved.
And shout—“Hail great Immanuel all divine,
In thee thy Father's glories shine,
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen or angels known.”