Be-hold the glo-ries of the Lamb
A-midst His Fa-ther's throne.
Pre-pare new hon-ors for His Name,
And songs be-fore un-known.
Let el-ders wor-ship at His feet,
The church a-dore a-round,
With vi-als full of o-dors sweet,
And harps of sweet-er sound.
Those are the pray-ers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise;
Je-sus is kind to our com-plaints,
He loves to hear our praise.
E-ter-nal Fa-ther, who shall look
In-to Thy se-cret will?
Who but the Son should take the Book
And o-pen ev-ery seal?
He shall ful-fil Thy great de-crees,
The Son de-serves it well;
Lo, in His hand the sov-ereign keys
Of heav'n, and death, and hell!
Now to the Lamb that once was slain
Be end-less bles-sings paid;
Sal-va-tion, glo-ry, joy re-main
For-ev-er on Thy head.
Thou hast re-deemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris-oner free;
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with Thee.
The worlds of na-ture and of grace
Are put be-neath Thy power;
Then short-en these de-lay-ing days,
And bring the prom-ised hour.
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