Lo! Round the Throne at God’s Right Hand

Lo! round the throne at God’s right hand

The saints in count­less myr­iads stand

Of ev­ery tongue re­deemed to God

Arrayed in gar­ments washed in blood.

Through tri­bu­lat­ion great they came;

They bore the cross

des­pised the shame;

From all their la­bors now they rest

In God’s eter­nal glo­ry blest.

Hunger and thirst they feel no more;

Nor sin

nor pain

nor death deplore;

The tears are wiped from ev­ery eye

And sor­row yields to end­less joy.

They see their Sav­ior face to face

And sing the tri­umphs of His grace

Him

day and night they cease­less praise

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.