Around the Sav­ior’s lof­ty throne
Ten thou­sand times ten thou­sand sing;
They wor­ship Him as God alone,
And crown Him—ev­er­last­ing king.

Approach, ye saints! this God is yours;
’Tis Je­sus fills the throne above:
Ye can­not want while God en­dures;
Ye can­not fail while God is love.

Jesus, Thou ev­er­last­ing king!
To Thee the praise of Heav’n be­longs;
Yet, smile on us who fain would bring
The trib­ute of our hum­ble songs.

Though sin de­file our wor­ship here,
We hope ere long Thy face to view;
And when our souls in Heav’n ap­pear,
We’ll praise Thy name as an­gels do.