Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th’eter­nal throne,
Of ev­ery kin­dred, clime, and land,
A mul­ti­tude unk­nown.

Life’s poor dis­tinct­ions van­ish here:
Today the young, the old,
Our Sav­ior and His flock ap­pear,
One Shep­herd and one fold.

Toil, tri­al, suf­fer­ing, still await
On earth the pil­grim’s throng,
Yet learn we in our low es­tate,
The Church tri­um­phant’s song.

Worthy the Lamb for sin­ners slain,
Cry the re­deemed above,
Blessing and hon­or to obtain,
And ev­er­last­ing love.

Worthy the Lamb! on earth we sing,
Who died for souls to save;
Henceforth, O death! where is thy sting?
Thy vic­to­ry, O grave?

Then, hal­le­lu­jah! pow­er and praise
To God in Christ be giv’n;
May all who now this an­them raise,
Renew the strain in Heav’n.