Sing We the Song

Sing we the song of those who stand

Around th’eter­nal throne

Of ev­ery kin­dred

clime

and land

A mul­ti­tude unk­nown.

Life’s poor dis­tinct­ions van­ish here:

Today the young

the old

Our Sav­ior and His flock ap­pear

One Shep­herd and one fold.

Toil

tri­al

suf­fer­ing

still await

On earth the pil­grim’s throng

Yet learn we in our low es­tate

The Church tri­umph­ant’s song.

Worthy the Lamb for sin­ners slain

Cry the re­deemed ab­ove

Blessing and hon­or to obtain

And ev­er­last­ing love.

Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing

Who died for souls to save;

Henceforth

O death! where is thy sting?

Thy vic­to­ry

O grave?

Then

hal­le­lu­jah! pow­er and praise

To God in Christ be giv’n;

May all who now this an­them raise

Renew the strain in Heav’n.