Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway,
In earth or Heav’n the Lord of all;
Ye princes, rulers, powers, obey,
And low before His footstool fall.
The deed was done; the Lamb was slain;
The groaning earth the burden bore:
He rose, He lives; He lives to reign,
Nor time shall shake His endless power.
Riches and all that deck the great,
From worlds unnumbered hither bring;
The tribute pour before His seat,
And hail the triumphs of our king.
Wisdom and strength are His alone,
He raised the top-stone, shouting
Honor has built His lofty throne,
And glory shines upon His face.
From Heav’n, from earth, loud bursts of praise
The mighty blessings shall proclaim;
Blessings that earth to glory raise;
The purchase of the wounded Lamb.
Higher, still higher, swell the strain;
Creation’s voice the note prolong;
The Lamb shall ever, ever reign:
Let hallelujahs crown the song.