Sing of the Lamb, whose love and power
Rescued the world in its darkest hour,
While angel hosts intently gaze,
And Heaven is filled with holy praise.
Sing, oh, sing with rapture, sing, oh, sing;
To His shrine your praises bring;
Sing, oh, sing, with rapture, sing, oh, sing,
Hallelujahs fill the air,
From all who Jesus’ mercies share.
Sing of the Lamb, whose blood was shed,
Who lay among, yet left the dead;
To save from sin, and death’s dread power,
He triumphed in the darkest hour.
Sing of the Lamb, His blood applied,
That saves the sinner justified,
Cleansing unrighteousness away,
Which on the troubled conscience lay.
Sing of the Lamb, who is to stand
On Zion’s Mount, in Glory Land,
When all the blood washed host shall sing,
Jesus our prophet, priest and king.
Sing to the Lamb, all kindred here,
Who in His glorious triumphs share;
Sing to the Lamb, with all above,
Who taste the fullness of His love.