1 I see Thee standing, Lamb of God,
Now at Thy Father's right:
But O how painful was Thy road
That led to Zion's height!
And what a burden Thou didst bear:
The world's distress and shame,
That made Thee sink, our woe to share,
To depths that none can name.

2 O spotless Lamb, it was Thy will
In love thus bound to be
Upon the cross on Calv'ry's hill
From sin to set us free.
With lion strength Thy nailed hands
To death the death blow gave,
And broken were our prison bands
When Thou didst rend Thy grave.

3 Around Thy throne a throng doth stream
In raiment white as snow,
Their eyes like stars with radiance beam
The Lamb of God to know.
The story, how He chose to be
A Servant for our sake,
The angels will eternally
Their anthems' burden make.

4 Twelve times twelve thousand Thee acclaim,
Each with His harp in hand,
Upon their brow Thy Father's name
Makes known that happy band.
Like sound of many waters rise
Their songs of victory;
To Thee who won us Paradise,
Eternal praises be.