Sing of the Lamb

Sing of the Lamb

whose love and pow­er

Rescued the world in its dark­est hour

While an­gel hosts in­tent­ly gaze

And Heav­en is filled with ho­ly praise.

Sing

oh

sing with rap­ture

sing

oh

sing;

To His shrine your prais­es bring;

Sing

oh

sing

with rap­ture

sing

oh

sing

Hallelujahs fill the air

From all who Je­sus’ mer­cies share.

Sing of the Lamb

whose blood was shed

Who lay among

yet left the dead;

To save from sin

and death’s dread pow­er

He tri­umphed in the dark­est hour.

Sing of the Lamb

His blood ap­plied

That saves the sin­ner jus­ti­fied

Cleansing un­right­eous­ness away

Which on the trou­bled con­science lay.

Sing of the Lamb

who is to stand

On Zi­on’s Mount

in Glo­ry Land

When all the blood washed host shall sing

Jesus our pro­phet

priest and king.

Sing to the Lamb

all kin­dred here

Who in His glo­ri­ous tri­umphs share;

Sing to the Lamb

with all above

Who taste the full­ness of His love.