Behold the Glories of the Lamb

Verse 1

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst his Father’s throne
Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown.

Verse 2

Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?
Who but the Son shall take that book
And open every seal?

Verse 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!

Verse 6

Now to the Lamb that once was slain
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on thy head.

Verse 7

Thou hast redeem’d our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris’ners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

Verse 8

The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promis’d hour.