On Zion’s glorious summit stood

A numerous host redeemed by blood;

They hymned their King in strains divine:

I heard the song, and strove to join.

2 Here all who suffered sword or flame

For truth, or Jesus’ lovely name,

Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb,

And bow before the great I AM.

3 While everlasting ages roll,

Eternal love shall feast their soul,

And scenes of bliss for ever new

Rise in succession to their view.

4 O sweet employ, to sing and trace

The amazing hights and depths of grace;

And spend from sin and sorrow free,

A blissful, vast eternity!

5 O what a sweet, exalted song,

When every tribe and every tongue,

Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear,

And join in one full chorus there!

6 My soul anticipates the day—

Would stretch her wings and soar away,

To aid the song, the palm to bear,

And praise my great Redeemer there.