In the far bet­ter land of glo­ry and light,
The ran­somed are sing­ing in gar­ments of white;
The harp­ers are harp­ing, and all the bright train
Sing the song of re­demp­tion, the Lamb that was slain.
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain,
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain.

Like the sound of the sea swells their chor­us of praise,
Round the star cir­cled crown of the An­cient of Days,
And thrones and do­min­ions re-ec­ho the strain
Of the glo­ry eter­nal, to Him that was slain.
To Him, to Him, to Him that was slain,
To Him, to Him, to Him that was slain.

Dear Sav­ior, may we with our voic­es so faint,
Sing the chor­us ce­les­ti­al with an­gel and saint?
Oh, yes! we will sing, and Thine ear we will gain
In the song of re­demp­tion, the Lamb that was slain.
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain,
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain.

Now, child­ren, and teach­ers, and friends all unite,
In a loud hal­le­lu­jah with the ran­somed in light;
To Je­sus we’ll sing that me­lo­di­ous strain,
The song of re­demp­tion, the Lamb that was slain.
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain,
The Lamb, the Lamb, the Lamb that was slain.