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.