Hymn 27

Melody

Hark how th’adoring hosts above
with songs surround the throne!
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
but all their hearts are one.
“Worthy the Lamb that died,” they cry,
“to be exalted thus.”
“Worthy the Lamb,” let us reply,
“for he was slain for us.”
To thee be pow’r divine ascribed,
for wondrous are thy ways,
and thine be wisdom, glory, might,
and everlasting praise.
From him who sits upon the throne
the scroll thou mayest take,
and thou art worthy as the Lamb
its seven seals to break.
Thou hast redeemed us with thy blood
and set the pris’ners free,
hast made us kings and priests to God,
and we shall reign with thee.
From every kindred, every tongue,
thou brought’st thy chosen race;
and distant lands and isles have shared
the riches of thy grace.
Let all that dwell in heav’n above
or on the earth below,
with fields and floods and ocean’s shores
to thee their homage show.
To him who sits upon the throne,
the God whom we adore,
and to the Lamb that once was slain
be glory evermore.