Behold the glories of the Lamb

Amidst his Father’s throne;

Prepare new honors for his name,

And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at his feet,

The church adore around,

With vials full of odors sweet,

And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,

Be endless blessings paid;

Salvation, glory, joy, remain

For ever on thy head!

4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,

Hast set the prisoners free,

Hast made us kings and priests to God,

And we shall reign with thee.