Worthy the Lamb of Boundless Sway

Worthy the Lamb of bound­less sway

In earth or Heav’n the Lord of all;

Ye princ­es

rul­ers

pow­ers

ob­ey

And low be­fore His foot­stool fall.

The deed was done; the Lamb was slain;

The groan­ing earth the bur­den bore:

He rose

He lives; He lives to reign

Nor time shall shake His end­less pow­er.

Riches and all that deck the great

From worlds un­num­bered hi­ther bring;

The trib­ute pour be­fore His seat

And hail the tri­umphs of our king.

Wisdom and strength are His alone

He raised the top-stone

shout­ing Grace;

Honor has built His lof­ty throne

And glo­ry shines up­on His face.

From Heav’n

from earth

loud bursts of praise

The mighty bless­ings shall pro­claim;

Blessings that earth to glo­ry raise;

The pur­chase of the wound­ed Lamb.

Higher

still high­er

swell the strain;

Creation’s voice the note pro­long;

The Lamb shall ev­er

ev­er reign:

Let hal­le­lu­jahs crown the song.