Lo! Round the Throne a Glorious Band

Lo! round the throne

a glo­ri­ous band

The saints in count­less my­ri­ads stand;

Of ev­ery tongue re­deemed to God

Arrayed in gar­ments washed in blood

Arrayed in gar­ments washed in blood.

Through tri­bu­lation great they came;

They bore the cross

des­pised the shame;

But now from all their la­bors rest

In God’s eter­nal glo­ry blest

In God’s eter­nal glo­ry blest.

They see the Sav­ior face to face;

They sing the tri­umph of His grace;

And day and night

with cease­less praise

To Him their loud ho­san­nas raise

To Him their loud ho­san­nas raise.

Worthy the Lamb

for sin­ners slain

Through end­less years to live and reign;

Thou hast re­deemed us by Thy blood

And made us kings and priests to God.

O may we tread the sac­red road

That ho­ly saints and mar­tyrs trod;

Wage to the end the glo­ri­ous strife

And win

like them

a crown of life

And win

like them

a crown of life!