I.I. A new song to the Lamb that was slain

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

2 Let elders worship at his feet;
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours 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 shall take that book,
And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees,
The son deserves it well;
Lo, in his hands the sov'reign keys
Of heav'n, and death, and hell!]

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

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.

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

Text Information
First Line: Behold the glories of the Lamb
Title: A new song to the Lamb that was slain
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
Scripture: ;
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