I. Watts
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.