Sing Him strings of sublime hail,
born to men in flesh so frail.
Jesus Christ, what gorgeous grace,
gift of God, to all embrace.
Sing Him strings of sublime hail,
wondrous awe, eternal tale-
prophets word, wound to prove,
formed to flesh for faith to move.
Sing Him strings of sublime hail
perfect peace born to prevail
on this soil- a sordid clay
Lo! Light of life, laid in hay.
Sing Him strings of sublime hail,
Holy lamb, born to unveil
mysteries hid in helms of life,
that man may live less of strife
Sing Him strings of sublime hail
angels trump His glorious trail.
Jesus Christ man's favorite friend,
sent to us, His life to lend.
David O. Olusanya
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