Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th’eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
Life’s poor distinctions vanish here:
Today the young, the old,
Our Savior and His flock appear,
One Shepherd and one fold.
Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim’s throng,
Yet learn we in our low estate,
The Church triumphant’s song.
Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeemed above,
Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love.
Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing,
Who died for souls to save;
Henceforth, O death! where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O grave?
Then, hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be giv’n;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in Heav’n.