1 MANY sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"
2 God who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There's no change in Him above.
3 Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood,
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.
4 In the refuge God provided,
Though the world's destruction lowers,
We are safe, to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.
5 And, ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This the never-tiring story,
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"