Behold the Lamb with glory crowned

Behold the Lamb with glory crowned

To Him all pow’r is giv’n:

No place too high for Him is found

No place too high in heav’n.

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.

Though high yet He accepts the praise

His people offer here;

The faintest

feeblest note they raise

Will reach the Savior’s ear.

This song be ours

we join in one

To celebrate the Name

Of Him that sits upon the throne

And to exalt the Lamb.

To Him whom men despise and slight

To Him be glory giv’n;

The crown is His

and His by right

The highest place in heav’n.