Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # We'll Sing, In Spite Of Scorn 1. We'll sing, in spite scorn: Our theme is come from Heaven: To us a Child is born, To us a Son is given; The sweetest news that ever came We'll sing, though all the world should blame. 2. The long-expected morn Has dawned upon the earth; The Saviour Christ is born, And angels sing His birth: We'll join the bright seraphic throng, We'll share their joys, and swell their song. 3. O, 't is a lofty theme, Supplied by angels' tongues! All other objects seem Unworthy of our songs. This sacred theme has boundless charms, It fills, it captivates, it warms. 4. Now sing of peace divine, Of grace to guilty man; No wisdom, Lord, but Thine Could form the wondrous plan; Where peace and righteousness embrace, And justice goes along with grace. 5. Give praise to God on high, With angels round His throne; Give praise to God with joy, Give praise to God alone! 'T is meet His saints their songs should raise, And give the Saviour endless praise. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #