The countless multitude on high,
Who tune their songs to Jesus' name,
All merit of their own deny,
And Jesus' worth alone proclaim.

Firm on the ground of sovereign grace,
They stand before Jehovah's throne ;
The only song in that blest place
Is, " Thou art worthy ! Thou alone ! "

With spotless robes of purest white,
And branches of triumphal palm,
They shout, with transports of delight,
Heaven's ceaseless universal psalm.

Salvation's glory all be paid
To Him who sits upon the throne ;
And to the Lamb, whose blood was shed,
"Thou! Thou art worthy ! Thou alone !"

For Thou wast slain, and in Thy blood
These robes were washed so spotless pure;
Thou mad'st us kings and priests to God,
Forever let Thy praise endure.

While thus the ransomed myriads shout,
"Amen ! " the holy angels cry ; "
Amen ! amen ! " resounds throughout
The boundless regions of the sky.

Let us with joy adopt the strain
We hope to sing forever there,-
"Worthy's the Lamb for sinners slain !-
Worthy alone the crown to wear."

Without one thought that's good to plead,
Oh what could shield us from despair
But this :though we are vile indeed,
The Lord our righteousness is there !