1 All mortal vanities, be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears, Behold amidst th' eternal throne A vision of the Lamb appears.
2[Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Mark'd with the bloody death he bore; Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power.
3 Lo, he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne: Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees, and things unknown.]
4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel-sound Address their honours to his name,
5 The joy, the shout, the harmony Flies o'er the everlasting hills, "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals."]
6 Our voices join the heavenly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, "Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, "To be our teacher and our king!"
7 His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines.
8 Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell 'With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made favourites of their Cod.
9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By every tongue to be ador'd, And dwell upon his Father's throne.