On Zion’s Glorious Summit

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

I heard the song and strove to join.

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

And bow be­fore the great I AM.

While ev­er­last­ing ag­es roll

Eternal love shall feast their soul

And scenes of bliss

for ev­er new

Rise in suc­cess­ion to their view

Rise in suc­cess­ion to their view.

Here Ma­ry and Ma­nas­seh view

The dy­ing thief and Ab­ram

too;

With eq­ual love their spir­its flame

The same their joy

their song the same.

O sweet em­ploy to sing and trace

Th’am­az­ing heights and depths of grace;

And spend

from sin and sor­row free

A bliss­ful

vast eter­ni­ty.

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.

My soul an­ti­ci­pates the day—

Would stretch her wings and soar away

To aid the song

and palm to bear

And bow the chief of si­nners there.

Sanctus (af­ter last verse)

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord

God of hosts

on high ad­ored!

Who like me Thy praise should sing

O Al­migh­ty King!

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord

God of hosts

on high ad­ored!

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly.