Behold the Lamb with Glory Crowned
Behold the Lamb, with glory crowned,
To Him all power is given;
No place too high for Him is found,
No place too high in heaven.
He fills the throne, the throne above,
He fills it without wrong;
The object of His Father's love,
The theme of heaven's song.
Though high, yet He accepts the praise
His people offer here;
The faintest, feeblest lay they raise
Will reach the Saviour's ear.
This song be ours, and this alone,
That celebrates the Name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And that exalts the Lamb.
To Him whom men despise and slight,
To Him be glory given;
The crown is His, and His by right
The highest place in heaven!