HYMN 25. (L. M.) A Vision of the Lamb, Rev. v. 6–9.
I
All mortal vanities, begone,
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears,
Behold amidst th'eternal throne
A vision of the Lamb appears.
II
Glory his fleecy robe adorns,
Mark'd with the bloody death he bore;
Seven are his eyes, and seven his horns,
To speak his wisdom and his power.
III
Lo, he receives a sealed book
From him that sits upon the throne
Jesus, my Lord, prevails to look
On dark decrees, and things unknown.
IV
All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before Lamb
And in new songs of gospel-sound
Address their honours to his name.
V
The joy, the shout, the harmony
Flies o'er the everlasting hills,
‘Worthy art thou alone,’ they cry,
‘To read the book, to loose the seals.’
VI
Our voices join the heavenly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing,
‘Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
‘To be our teacher and our king!’
VII
His words of prophecy reveal
Eternal counsels, deep designs;
His grace and vengeance shall fulfil
The peaceful and the dreadful lines.
VIII
Thou hast redeem'd our souls from hell
With thine invaluable blood;
And wretches that did once rebel
Are now made favourites of their God.
IX
Worthy for ever is the Lord,
That dy'd for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be ador'd,
And dwell upon his Father's throne.
