1 What equal honours shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy Name?
2 Worthy is he that once was slain, The Prince of Peace that groan'd and dy'd, Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side.
3 Power and dominion are his due, Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar: Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, Tho' he was charg'd with madness here.
4 All riches are his native right, Yet he sustain'd amazing loss: To him ascribe eternal might, Who left his weakness on the cross.
5 Honour immortal must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn: While glory shines around his head, And a bright crown without a thorn.
6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched men: Let angels sound his sacred Name, And every creature say, Amen.