Text: | "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain" |
Author: | Hart |
1 We sing thy praise, exalted Lamb,
Who sitt’st upon thy throne;
Ten thousand blessings on thy name,
Who worthy art alone.
2 Thy bruisèd, broken body bore
Our sins upon the tree;
And now thou liv’st for evermore,
And now we live through thee.
3 Poor sinners, sing the Lamb that died;
What theme can sound so sweet?
His drooping head, his streaming side,
His piercèd hands and feet;
4 With all that scene of suffering love
Which faith presents to view:
For now he lives and reigns above,
And lives and reigns for you.
5 [Was ever grace, Lord, rich as thine?
Can aught be with it named?
What powerful beams of love divine
Thy tender heart inflamed!]
6 Ye angels, hymn his glorious name,
Who loved and conquered thus;
And we will likewise laud the Lamb,
For he was slain for us.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | We sing thy praise, exalted Lamb |
Title: | "Worthy is the Lamb that was slain" |
Author: | Hart |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |