19    C.M.     Isaac Watts
A New Song to the Lamb that was Slain. Rev. 5. 6-12

1 Behold the glories of the Lamb,
  Amidst his Father’s throne;
  Prepare new honours for his name,
  And songs before unknown.

2 Let elders worship at his feet;
  The church adore around;
  With vials full of odours sweet,
  And harps of sweeter sound.

3 Those are the prayers of the saints,
  And these the hymns they raise –
  Jesus is kind to our complaints,
  He loves to hear our praise.

4 [Eternal Father, who shall look
  Into thy secret will?
  Who but the Son shall take that book,
  And open every seal?

5 He shall fulfil thy great decrees;
  The Son deserves it well;
  Lo! in his hands the sovereign keys
  Of heaven, and death, and hell.]

6 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
  Be endless blessings paid;
  Salvation, glory, joy remain
  For ever on thy head.

7 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
  Hast set the prisoners free,
  Hast made us kings and priests to God,
  And we shall reign with thee.

8 The worlds of nature and of grace
  Are put beneath thy power;
  Then shorten these delaying days,
  And bring the promised hour.