Come let us sing the song of songs,

The song which saints in glory sing;

The homage which to Christ belongs,

To-day let babes and sucklings bring.

Youth in its prime, and failing Age,

With hearts and voices swell the strain,

To cheer their steps on pilgrimage,

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

Slain to redeem us by His blood,

To cleanse from every sinful stain,

And make us kings and priests to God,

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

To Him who suffer'd on the tree,

Our souls at His soul's price to gain,

Blessing, and praise, and glory be:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

To Him, enthroned by filial right,

All power in heaven and earth pertain,

Honour, and majesty, and might:

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

Come, Holy Spirit, from on high,

Our faith, our hope, our love sustain,

Living to sing, and dying cry,

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"

Yea, in eternity of bliss,

If call'd through grace with Him to reign,

Our song--our song of songs, be this,

"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!"