BEHOLD the glories of the Lamb

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

He shall fulfil Thy great decrees, The Son deserves it well; Lo! in His hand the sovereign keys Of Heaven, and death, and hell.

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

Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee.

The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath Thy power; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour!