Sing we the song of those who stand
Around th�eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.

Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim throng,
Yet learn we, in our low estate,
The church triumphant�s song.

�Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,�
Cry the redeemed above,
�Blessing and honor to obtain,
And everlasting love.�

�Worthy the Lamb!� on earth we sing,
�Who died for souls to save;
Henceforth, O death! where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O grave?�

Then, Alleluia! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise
Renew the strain in Heav�n!