Behold the Glories of the Lamb

Behold the glo­ries of the Lamb

Amidst His Fa­ther’s throne.

Prepare new hon­ors for His name

And songs be­fore un­known.

Let el­ders wor­ship at His feet

The Church ad­ore around

With vi­als full of od­ors sweet

And harps of sweet­er sound.

Those are the pray­ers of the saints

And these the hymns they raise;

Jesus is kind to our com­plaints

He loves to hear our praise.

Eternal Fa­ther

who shall look

Into Thy sec­ret will?

Who but the Son should take that book

And op­en ev­ery seal?

He shall ful­fill Thy great de­crees

The Son de­serves it well;

Lo

in His hand the sov­er­eign keys

Of Heav­en

death

and hell!

Now to the Lamb that once as slain

Be end­less bless­ings paid;

Salvation

glo­ry

joy re­main

Forever on Thy head.

Thou hast re­deemed our souls with blood

Hast set the pri­son­er free;

Hast made us kings and priests to God

And we shall reign with Thee.

The worlds of na­ture and of grace

Are put be­neath Thy pow­er;

Then short­en these de­lay­ing days

And bring the pro­mised hour.