A New Song to the Lamb that was Slain. Rev. 5. 6-12
I. Watts C.M.
1
Behold the glories of the Lamb,
Amidst his Father’s throne;
Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown.
2
Let elders worship at his feet;
The church adore around;
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.
3
Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise –
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.
4
[Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?
Who but the Son shall take that book,
And open every seal?
5
He shall fulfil thy great decrees;
The Son deserves it well;
Lo! in his hands the sovereign keys
Of heaven, and death, and hell.]
6
Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on thy head.
7
Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.
8
The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promised hour.
