O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
To summon God’s saints to the glorified throng.

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O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs leap up from the soul,
Till the flowers on the hills,
And the waves in the rills,
Shall tremble with joy in the music’s deep roll.

O! host without number, awaked from death’s slumber,
Who walk in white robes on the emerald shore;
The glory is o’er you, the throne is before you,
And weeping will come to your spirits no more.

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O! mansions eternal, in fields ever vernal,
Awaiting your tenantry ransomed from sin,
We’ll stand on your pavement, no more in enslavement,
With home-songs to Jesus Who welcomes us in.

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O! Jesus, our Master, command to beat faster
These weary life pulses that bring us to Thee,
Till, past the dark portal, we stand up immortal,
And sweep with hosannas the jasper lit sea.

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Come, let us join our cheerful songs
With angels round the throne.
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.

“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“To be exalted thus!”
“Worthy the Lamb,” our hearts reply,
“For He was slain for us!”

Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
And blessings more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever Thine.

Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air and earth and seas,
Conspire to lift Thy glories high,
And speak Thine endless praise!

The whole creation join in one,
To bless the sacred Name
Of Him Who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

Holy, holy, holy;
Angel voices singing;
Holy, holy, holy,
Through high heaven ringing.
From that temple, pure and bright,
Bathed in streams of crystal light,
Hear the everlasting hymn,
Holy, holy, holy.

Holy, holy, holy;
Grandest music swelling;
Holy, holy, holy,
All sweet notes excelling.
Those who conquered by His might,
Wearing now their crowns of light,
Join the everlasting hymn,
Holy, holy, holy.

Holy, holy, holy;
Come, let us adore Him;
Holy, holy, holy,
Humbly bow before Him.
Wisdom, glory, love and might,
With the seraphim unite
In the everlasting hymn,
Holy, holy, holy.

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above!
Jesus reigns, and Heav’n rejoices,
Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, He sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

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Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Amen!

Jesus, hail! Whose glory brightens
All above, and gives it worth;
Lord of life, Thy smile enlightens,
Cheers, and charms Thy saints on earth;
When we think of love like Thine,
Lord, we own it love divine.

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Come, ye saints, unite your praises
With the angels round His throne;
Soon, we hope, our God will raise us
To the place where He is gone.
Meet it is that we should sing,
Glory, glory, to our King!

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Sing how Jesus came from heaven,
How He bore the cross below,
How all power to Him is given,
How He reigns in glory now.
’Tis a great and endless theme
O, ’tis sweet to sing of Him.

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King of glory, reign forever!
Thine an everlasting crown.
Nothing from Thy love shall sever
Those whom Thou hast made Thine own:
Happy objects of Thy grace,
Destined to behold Thy face.

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Savior, hasten Thine appearing;
Bring, O bring the glorious day,
When, the awful summons bearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;
Then with golden harps we’ll sing,
“Glory, glory to our King!”

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Hark! ten thousand voices sounding,
Far and wide throughout the sky;
’Tis the voice of joy abounding,
Jesus lives no more to die.

Jesus lives, His conflict over,
Lives to claim His great reward;
Angels round the Victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord.

Yonder throne for Him erected
Now becomes the Victor’s seat;
Lo, the Man on earth rejected,
Angels worship at His feet!

All the powers of Heav’n adore Him,
All obey His sovereign Word;
Day and night they cry before Him,
“Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!”

Hark! the notes of angels singing,
“Glory, glory to the Lamb!”
All in Heaven their tribute bringing,
Raising high the Savior’s Name.

Ye for whom His life was given,
Sacred themes to you belong:
Come, assist the choir of Heaven,
Join the everlasting song.

See! the angelic hosts have crowned Him,
Jesus fills the throne on high;
Countless myriads, hovering round Him,
With His praises rend the sky.

Filled with holy emulation,
Let us vie with those above:
Sweet the theme, a free salvation,
Fruit of everlasting love.

Endless life in Him possessing,
Let us praise His precious Name;
Glory, honor, power and blessing
Be forever to the Lamb.

There is singing up in Heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne,
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful, and their voices always clear,
O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!

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Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him Who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come through tribulation to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

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Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join the song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng,
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer, who hath said to them, “Well done.”

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So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessèd chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.

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How shall I sing that Majesty
Which angels do admire?
Let dust in dust and silence lie;
Sing, sing, ye heavenly choir.
Thousands of thousands stand around
Thy throne, O God most high;
Ten thousand times ten thousand sound
Thy praise; but who am I?

Thy brightness unto them appears,
Whilst I Thy footsteps trace;
A sound of God comes to my ears,
But they behold Thy face.
They sing because Thou art their Sun;
Lord, send a beam on me;
For where heaven is but once begun
There alleluias be.

Enlighten with faith’s light my heart,
Inflame it with love’s fire;
Then shall I sing and bear a part
With that celestial choir.
I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,
With all my fire and light;
Yet when Thou dost accept their gold,
Lord, treasure up my mite.

How great a being, Lord, is Thine,
Which doth all beings keep!
Thy knowledge is the only line
To sound so vast a deep.
Thou art a sea without a shore,
A sun without a sphere;
Thy time is now and evermore,
Thy place is everywhere.

I heard a sound of voices,
Around the great white throne,
With harpers harping on their harps
To Him that sat thereon:
“Salvation, glory, honor!”
I heard the song arise,
As through the courts of Heaven it rolled
In wondrous harmonies.

From every clime and kindred,
And nations from afar,
As serried ranks returning home
In triumph from a war,
I heard the saints upraising,
The myriad hosts among,
In praise of Him Who died and lives,
Their one glad triumph song.

I saw the holy city,
The New Jerusalem,
Come down from Heav’n, a bride adorned
With jeweled diadem;
The flood of crystal waters
Flowed down the golden street;
And nations brought their honors there,
And laid them at her feet.

And there no sun was needed,
Nor moon to shine by night,
God’s glory did enlighten all,
The Lamb Himself the Light;
And there His servants serve Him,
And, life’s long battle o’er,
Enthroned with Him, their Savior King,
They reign forevermore.

O great and glorious vision,
The Lamb upon His throne!
O wondrous sight for man to see!
The Savior with His own;
To drink the living waters
And stand upon the shore,
Where neither sorrow, sin nor death
Shall enter ever more.

O Lamb of God Who reignest,
Thou bright and morning Star!
Whose glory lightens that new earth
Which now we see from far;
O worthy Judge eternal,
When Thou dost bid us come,
Then open wide the gates of pearl
And call Thy servants home.

O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.

In Christ your Head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever, ever given,
By saints below and saints above,
The church in earth and heaven.

On this glad day the glorious Sun
Of Righteousness arose;
On my benighted soul He shone
And filled it with repose.

Sudden expired the legal strife,
’Twas then I ceased to grieve;
My second, real, living life
I then began to live.

Then with my heart I first believed,
Believed with faith divine,
Power with the Holy Ghost received
To call the Savior mine.

I felt my Lord’s atoning blood
Close to my soul applied;
Me, me He loved, the Son of God,
For me, for me He died!

I found and owned His promise true,
Ascertained of my part,
My pardon passed in heaven I knew
When written on my heart.

Look unto Him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.

See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.

Awake from guilty nature’s sleep,
And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins into the deep,
And wash the Æthiop white.

Harlots and publicans and thieves
In holy triumph join!
Saved is the sinner that believes
From crimes as great as mine.

Murderers and all ye hellish crew
In holy triumph join!
Believe the Savior died for you;
For me the Savior died.

With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.

O that I had a thousand voices
And with a thousand tongues could tell
Of Him in Whom the earth rejoices
Who all things wisely does and well!
My grateful heart would then be free
To tell what God has done for me.

Ye forest leaves, so green and tender,
That dance for joy in summer air;
Ye meadow grasses, bright and slender,
Ye flowers, so wondrous sweet and fair,
That live to show His praise alone,
Help me to make His glory known.

Ye creatures that have breath and motion,
That fill with life, earth, sea and sky,
O join me in my heart’s devotion,
As I exalt the Lord most high:
My utmost powers can ne’er aright
Declare the wonders of His might.

O Father, deign Thou, I beseech Thee,
To listen to my earthly lays;
A nobler strain in Heav’n shall reach Thee
When I with angels hymn Thy praise,
And learn amid their choirs to sing
Loud hallelujahs to my King.

O ye immortal throng of angels round the throne,
Join with our feeble song, to make the Savior known:
On earth ye knew His wondrous grace;
His glorious face in Heav’n ye view.

Ye saw the Heav’n-born Child in human flesh arrayed,
Benevolent and mild while in the manger laid:
And “Praise to God, and peace on earth,”
For such a birth, proclaimed aloud.

Around the bloody tree ye pressed with strong desire
That wondrous sight to see, the Lord of life expire:
And could your eyes have known a tear,
Had dropped it there in sad surprise.

Around His sacred tomb a willing watch ye keep
Till the blest moment come to rouse Him from His sleep:
Then rolled the stone, and all adored
Your rising Lord with joy unknown.

When, all arrayed in light, the shining Conqueror rode,
Ye hailed His rapturous flight up to the throne of God,
And waved around your golden wings,
And struck your strings of sweetest sound.

The warbling notes pursue, and louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you their own Redeemer’s praise:
And thou, my heart, with equal flame,
And joy the same, perform thy part.

Ten thousand times ten thousand in sparkling raiment bright,
The armies of the ransomed saints throng up the steeps of light;
’Tis finished, all is finished, their fight with death and sin;
Fling open wide the golden gates, and let the victors in.

What rush of alleluias fills all the earth and sky!
What ringing of a thousand harps bespeaks the triumph nigh!
O day, for which creation and all its tribes were made;
O joy, for all its former woes a thousandfold repaid!

O then what raptured greetings on Canaan’s happy shore;
What knitting severed friendships up, where partings are no more!
Then eyes with joy shall sparkle, that brimmed with tears of late;
Orphans no longer fatherless, nor widows desolate.

Bring near Thy great salvation, Thou Lamb for sinners slain;
Fill up the roll of Thine elect, then take Thy power, and reign;
Appear, Desire of nations, Thine exiles long for home;
Show in the heaven Thy promised sign; Thou Prince and Savior, come.

A thousand oracles divine
Their common beams unite,
That sinners may with angels join
To worship God aright.

To praise a Trinity adored
By all the hosts above,
And one thrice holy God and Lord
Through endless ages love.

Triumphant host! they never cease
To laud and magnify
The Triune God of holiness,
Whose glory fills the sky.

Whose glory to this earth extends,
When God Himself imparts,
And the whole Trinity descends
Into our faithful hearts.

By faith the upper choir we meet,
And challenge them to sing
Jehovah on His shining seat,
Our Maker, God and King.

But God made flesh is wholly ours,
And asks our nobler strain;
The Father of celestial powers,
The friend of earth born man!

Ye seraphs nearest to the throne,
With rapturous amaze
On us, poor ransomed worms look down
For Heaven’s superior praise.

The King Whose glorious face ye see,
For us His crown resigned;
That fullness of the Deity,
He died for all mankind!

What heavenly music steals over the sea!
Entrancing the senses like sweet melody!
’Tis the voice of the angels, borne soft on the air;
For me they are singing; their welcome I hear.

On the banks of old Jordan, here gazing I stand,
And earnestly longing, I stretch forth my hand;
Send a convoy of angels, dear Jesus, I pray!
Let me join that sweet music; come, take me away.

Though dark are the waters and rough is the wave,
If Jesus permit, the wild surges I’ll brave;
For that heavenly music hath ravished me so,
I must join in that chorus! I’ll go! let me go.

Ye holy angels bright,
Who stand before God’s throne
And dwell in glorious light,
Praise ye the Lord each one.
Assist our song, or else the theme
Too high doth seem for mortal tongue.

Ye blessèd souls at rest,
That see your Savior’s face,
Whose glory, e’en the least,
Is far above our grace.
God’s praises sound, as in His sight
With sweet delight you do abound.

Ye saints, who toil below,
Adore your heavenly King,
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing;
Take what He gives and praise Him still,
Through good or ill, who ever lives!

All nations of the earth,
Extol the world’s great King:
With melody and mirth
His glorious praises sing,
For He still reigns, and will bring low
The proudest foe that Him disdains.

Sing forth Jehovah’s praise,
Ye saints, that on Him call!
Him magnify always
His holy churches all!
In Him rejoice and there proclaim
His holy Name with sounding voice.

My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love.
And all my days let no distress
Nor fears suppress His joyful praise.

Away, distrustful care!
I have Thy promise, Lord:
To banish all despair,
I have Thine oath and Word:
And therefore I shall see Thy face
And there Thy grace shall magnify.

With Thy triumphant flock
Then I shall numbered be;
Built on th’eternal Rock,
His glory shall we see.
The heav’ns so high
With praise shall ring
And all shall sing in harmony.

Come, let us sing the song of songs—
The angels first began the strain—
The homage which to Christ belongs;
“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!”

Slain to redeem us by His blood,
To cleanse from every sinful stain,
And make us kings and priests to God:
“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!”

To Him Who suffered on the tree,
Our souls, at His soul’s price, to gain,
Blessing, and praise, and glory be:
“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!”

To Him, enthroned by filial right,
All power in Heaven and earth proclaim,
Honor, and majesty, and might:
“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!”

Long as we live, and when we die,
And while in Heaven with Him we reign,
This song our song of songs shall be:
“Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!”

Come, ye faithful, raise the anthem,
Cleave the skies with shouts of praise;
Sing to Him Who found a ransom,
Ancient of eternal days,
God of God, the Word Incarnate,
Whom the heaven of heaven obeys.

Ere He raised the lofty mountains,
Formed the seas, or built the sky,
Love eternal, free, and boundless,
Moved the Lord of Life to die,
Foreordained the Prince of Princes
For the throne of Calvary.

There, for us and our redemption,
See Him all His life blood pour!
There He wins our full salvation,
Dies that we may die no more;
Then, arising, lives forever,
Reigning where He was before.

High on yon celestial mountains
Stands His sapphire throne, all bright,
Midst unending alleluias
Bursting from the sons of light;
Sion’s people tell His praises,
Victor after hard won fight.

Bring your harps, and bring your incense,
Sweep the string and pour the lay;
Let the earth proclaim His wonders,
King of that celestial day;
He the Lamb once slain is worthy,
Who was dead and lives for ay.

Laud and honor to the Father,
Laud and honor to the Son,
Laud and honor to the Spirit,
Ever Three and ever One,
Consubstantial, co-eternal,
While unending ages run.

From highest Heav’n the eternal Son,
With God the Father ever One,
Came down to suffer and to die;
For love of sinful man He bore
Our human griefs and troubles sore,
Our load of guilt and misery.

Rejoice, ye saints of God, and praise
The Lamb Who died, His flock to raise
From sin and everlasting woe;
With angels round the throne above
O tell the wonders of His love,
The joys that from His mercy flow.

In darkest shades of night we lay,
Without a beam to guide our way,
Or hope of aught beyond the grave;
But He has brought us life and light,
And opened Heaven to our sight,
And lives forever strong to save.

Rejoice, ye saints of God, rejoice;
Sing out, and praise with cheerful voice
The Lamb Whom Heav’n and earth adore;
To Him Who gave His only Son,
To God the Spirit, with Them One,
Be praise and glory evermore.

Glory to God on high,
Let praises fill the sky!
Praise ye His Name.
Angels His Name adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
And saints cry evermore,
“Worthy the Lamb!”

All they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His Name.
We who have felt His blood,
Sealing our peace with God,
Spread His dear Name abroad—
“Worthy the Lamb!”

To Him our hearts we raise—
None else shall have our praise;
Praise ye His Name.
Him our exalted Lord,
By us below adored,
We praise with one accord—
“Worthy the Lamb!”

If we should hold our peace,
Stones would cry out apace;
Praise ye His Name!
Love does our souls inspire,
With heav’nly, pure desire,
And sets us all on fire—
“Worthy the Lamb!”

Join all the human race,
Our Lord and God to bless;
Praise ye His Name!
In Him we will rejoice,
Making a cheerful noise,
And say with heart and voice,
“Worthy the Lamb!”

Though we must change our place,
Our souls shall never cease
Praising His Name;
To Him we’ll tribute bring,
Laud Him, our gracious King,
And without ceasing sing,
“Worthy the Lamb!”

He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,”
Now exalted on high;
He is coming with loud hosannas,
In the clouds of the sky.

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Hallelujah! hallelujah!
He is coming again;
And with joy we shall gather round Him,
At His coming to reign.

He is coming, our loving Savior,
Blessèd Lamb that was slain;
In the glory of God the Father,
On the earth He shall reign.

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He is coming, our Lord and Master,
Our Redeemer and King;
We shall see Him in all His beauty,
And His praise we shall sing.

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He shall gather His chosen people,
Who are called by His Name;
And the ransomed of every nation
For His own He shall claim.

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Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th’eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim 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, Alleluia! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise
Renew the strain in Heav’n!

What are these in bright array,
This innumerable throng
Round the altar night and day,
Hymning one triumphant song?
“Worthy is the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing honor, glory, power,
Wisdom, riches, to obtain,
New dominion every hour.”

These through fiery trials trod;
These from great affliction came;
Now before the throne of God
Sealed with His almighty Name,
Clad in raiment pure and white,
Victor-palms in every hand,
Through their dear Redeemer’s might,
More than conquerors they stand.

Hunger, thirst, disease, unknown,
On immortal fruits they feed;
Them the Lamb amidst the throne
Shall to living fountains lead:
Joy and gladness banish sighs;
Perfect love dispel all fear;
And for ever from their eyes
God shall wipe away the tear.

What equal honors shall we bring
To Thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb,
When all the notes that angels sing
Are far inferior to Thy Name?

Worthy is He that once was slain,
The Prince of Peace that groaned and died;
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign
At His Almighty Father’s side.

Power and dominion are His due
Who stood condemned at Pilate’s bar;
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though He was charged with madness here.

All riches are His native right,
Yet He sustained amazing loss;
To him ascribe eternal might,
Who left His weakness on the cross.

Honor immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of scorn;
While glory shines around His head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

Blessings forever on the Lamb
Who bore the curse for wretched men;
Let angels sound His sacred Name,
And every creature say, Amen.

Worthy, worthy is the Lamb!
Worthy, worthy is the Lamb!
Worthy, worthy is the Lamb
That was slain!

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Praise Him, hallelujah!
Praise Him, hallelujah!
Praise Him, hallelujah!
Praise the Lamb!

We the crown of life shall wear,
We the palm of victory bear,
All our Father’s blessings share
In the Lamb.

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And when landed safe above,
In the kingdom of His love,
We shall all the fullness prove
Of the Lamb.

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Now revive Thy work, O Lord,
By Thy Spirit and Thy Word;
Now revive Thy work, O Lord,
Through the Lamb.

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Strike the stoutest sinner through,
Start the cry, “What must I do?”
Make him weep till born anew
Through the Lamb.

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The countless multitudes on high,
Who tune their songs to Jesus’ Name,
All merit of their own deny,
And Jesus’ worth alone proclaim.

Firm on the ground of sovereign grace
They stand before Jehovah’s throne;
The new song in that blessèd place
Is, “Thou art worthy, Thou alone!”

With spotless robes of purest white,
And branches of triumphal palm,
They shout, with transports of delight,
Heaven’s ceaseless, universal psalm;

“Salvation’s glory all be paid
To Him who sits upon the throne,
And to the Lamb whose blood was shed:
Thou, Thou art worthy, Thou alone;

For Thou was slain, and in Thy blood
These robes were washed so spotless pure!
Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God:
For ever let Thy praise endure!”

While thus the ransomed myriads shout,
“Amen!” the holy angels cry—
Amen! Amen! resounds throughout
The boundless regions of the sky.

O for a sweet, inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns.

There low before the glorious throne,
Adoring saints and angels fall!
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their heav’n, their all.

Immortal glories crown His head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph spread,
Thro’ all th’assemblies of the skies.

He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs,
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand, joyful tongues
Resound His everlasting praise.

See the ransomed millions stand,
Palms of conquest in their hand;
This before the throne their strain,
“Hell is vanquished, death is slain;
Blessing, honor, glory, might,
Are the Conqueror’s native right;
Thrones and powers before Him fall,
Lamb of God and Lord of all!”

Hasten, Lord the promised hour;
Come in glory and in power;
Still Thy foes are unsubdued;
Nature sighs to be renewed.
Time has nearly reached its sum;
All things, with Thy bride, say “Come”;
Jesus, whom all worlds adore,
Come, and reign forevermore.

Thro’ the new Heav’n what voices ring
In praise triumphant to our King?
Like many waters, hark, they pour
Their tide along the golden shore!
“All blessing, honor, power divine,
All might and majesty be Thine!
Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!”

These from the martyrs bed of flame,
These from the gloomy dungeon came,
These, on the dreadful battlefield,
Stood firm till death and would not yield.
All voices in that faithful throng,
Swell clear and true the glorious song;
“Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!”

These bore Thy banner o’er the sea,
Exiled and poor for love of Thee,
And found in danger and distress,
Thy presence in the wilderness.
No storm could shake, no ill could harm
So strong was Thy protecting arm,
“Holy and true are all Thy words,
Thou King of kings and Lord of lords!”