Music by Frederick C. Maker, words by Isaac Watts
Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amid His Father's throne.
Prepare new honors for His name
And songs before unknown.
Ye elders, worship at His feet--
His saints adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweetest sound!
To Thee, O Lamb, to Thee, once slain,
Be endless blessings paid.
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
Forever on Thy head.