1 Behold the glories of the Lamb Amidst his Father's throne Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown.
2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around, With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound.
3 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.
4 [Eternal Father, who shall look Into thy secret will? Who but the Son shall take that book And open every seal?
5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees, The Son deserves it well; Lo, in his hand the sovereign keys Of heaven, and death, and hell!]
6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy remain For ever on thy head.
7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free, Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee.
8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy power; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promis'd hour.