Beyond the starry skies,

Far as th’ eternal hills,

Yon heaven of heavens, with living light,

Our great Redeemer fills.

2 Around him angels fair,

In countless armies shine;

And ever, in exalted lays,

They offer songs divine.

3 “Hail, Prince of life!” they cry,

“Whose unexampled love

Moved thee to quit those glorious realms

And royalties above.”

4 And when he stooped to earth,

And suffered rude disdain,

They cast their honors at his feet,

And waited in his train.

5 They saw him on the cross,

While darkness vailed the skies;

And when he burst the gates of death,

They saw the Conqueror rise.

6 They thronged his chariot wheels,

And bore him to his throne;

Then swept their golden harps and sung—

“The glorious work is done.”