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.