I. Watts

C.M.

BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb

Amidst His Father’s throne.

Prepare new honors for His Name,

And songs before unknown.

2

Let elders worship at His feet,

The church adore around,

With vials full of odors 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 should take the 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

Forever on Thy head.

7

Thou hast redeemed our souls with

blood,

Hast set the prisoner 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 promised hour.