A Vision of the Lamb

Verse 1

All mortal vanities, be gone, Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears, Behold, amidst th'eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears.

Verse 2

Glory his fleecy robe adorns, Marked with the bloody death he bore; Sev'n are his eyes, and sev'n his horns, To speak his wisdom and his power.

Verse 3

Lo, he receives a sealed book From him that sits upon the throne; Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look On dark decrees and things unknown.

Verse 4

All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb, And in new songs of gospel sound Address their honors to his name.

Verse 5

The joy, the shout, the harmony, Flies o'er the everlasting hills Worthy art thou alone, (they cry) To read the book, to loose the seals.

Verse 6

Our voices join the heav'nly strain, And with transporting pleasure sing, Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, To be our teacher and our King.

Verse 7

His words of prophecy reveal Eternal counsels, deep designs; His grace and vengeance shall fulfil The peaceful and the dreadful lines.

Verse 8

Thou hast redeemed our souls from hell With thine invaluable blood; And wretches that did once rebel Are now made fav'rites of their God.

Verse 9

Worthy for ever is the Lord, That died for treasons not his own, By ev'ry tongue to be adored, And dwell upon his Father's throne.