L.M.
1
On Zion’s glorious summit stood
A numerous host, redeemed by blood;
They hymned their King in strains divine;
I heard the song and strove to join.
2
Here all who suffered sword or flame,
For truth, or Jesus’ lovely Name,
Shout victory now, and hail the Lamb,
And bow before the great I AM.
3
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul;
And scenes of bliss, for ever new,
Rise in succession to their view.
4
Here Mary and Manasseh view,
The dying thief and Abraham too;
With equal love their spirits flame,
The same their joy, their song the same.
5
O sweet employ to sing and trace
Th’ amazing heights and depths of grace;
And spend from sin and sorrow free,
A blissful vast eternity!
6
O what a sweet exalted song,
When every tribe and every tongue,
Redeemed by blood, with Christ appear,
And join in one full chorus there!
7
My soul anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wings and soar away,
To aid the song, a palm to bear,
And bow, the chief of sinners, there.
