1 BEHOLD the Lamb with glory crowned,
To Him all power be given;
No place too high for Him is found,
No place too high in heaven.
2 He fills the throne, the throne above,
Its rights to Him belong;
The object of His Father's love,
Theme of the ransomed's song.
3 Though high yet He accepts the praise
His people offer here;
The faintest, feeblest cry they raise
Will reach the Saviour's ear.
4 This song be ours, and this alone,
To celebrate the name
Of Him that sits upon the throne,
And to exalt the Lamb.
5 To Him whom men despise and slight
To Him be glory given;
The crown is His, and His by right
The highest place in heaven.