Worthy of homage and of praise;
Worthy by all to be adored:
Exhaustless theme of heavenly lays!
Thou, Thou art worthy, Jesus, Lord.
Now seated on Jehovah's throne,
The Lamb once slain, in glory bright:
'Tis thence Thou watchest o'er Thine own,
Guarding us through the deadly fight.
To Thee, e'en now, our song we raise,
Though sure the tribute mean must prove:
No mortal tongue can tell Thy ways,
So full of life and light and love.
Yet, Saviour! Thou shalt have full praise:
We soon shall meet Thee on the cloud,
We soon shall see Thee face to face,
In glory praising as we would.