The Countless Multitudes on High

The count­less mul­ti­tudes on high

Who tune their songs to Je­sus’ name

All mer­it of their own de­ny

And Je­sus’ worth alone pro­claim.

Firm on the ground of sov­er­eign grace

They stand be­fore Je­ho­vah’s throne;

The new song in that bless­èd place

Is

Thou art wor­thy

Thou alone!

With spot­less robes of pur­est white

And branch­es of tri­umph­al palm

They shout

with trans­ports of de­light

Heaven’s cease­less

uni­vers­al psalm;

“Salvation’s glo­ry all be paid

To Him who sits up­on the throne

And to the Lamb whose blood was shed:

Thou

Thou art wor­thy

Thou alone;

For Thou was slain

and in Thy blood

These robes were washed so spot­less pure!

Thou mad’st us kings and priests to God:

For ev­er let Thy praise en­dure!

While thus the ran­somed myr­iads shout

Amen! the ho­ly an­gels cry—

Amen! Amen! re­sounds through­out

The bound­less re­gions of the sky.