1 

Behold the Lamb with glory crowned,

   To Him all pow'r is giv'n:

No place too high for Him is found,

   No place too high in heav'n.

 2 

He fills the throne — the throne above;

   Its rights to Him belong;

The object of His Father's love,

   Theme of the ransomed's song.

 3 

Though high yet He accepts the praise

   His people offer here;

The faintest, feeblest note they raise

   Will reach the Savior's ear.

 4 

This song be ours, we join in one

   To celebrate the Name

Of Him that sits upon the throne,

   And to exalt the Lamb.

 5 

To Him whom men despise and slight,

   To Him be glory giv'n;

The crown is His, and His by right

   The highest place in heav'n.