1 Hark how the adoring hosts above,
with songs surround the throne!
Ten thousand, thousand are their tongues;
but all their hearts are one.
2 Worthy the Lamb that died, they cry,
to be exalted thus;
worthy the Lamb, let us reply;
for he was slain for us.
3 Thou hast redeemed us with thy blood,
and set the prisoners free;
thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
and we shall reign with thee.
4 From every kindred, every tongue,
thou brought'st thy chosen race;
and distant lands and isles have shared
the riches of thy grace.
5 To him who sits upon the throne,
the God whom we adore,
and to the Lamb that once was slain,
be glory evermore.
Source: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #744
First Line: | Hark, how the adoring hosts above |
Author: | Iisaac Watts (alt.) |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Source: | Scottish Paraphrase |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Copyright: | Public Domain |