8-7s. 1 LIFT your eyes of faith, and see Saints and angels joined in one; What a countless company Stand before yon dazzling throne! Each before his Saviour stands, All in milk-white robes arrayed, Palms they carry in their hands, Crowns of glory on their head.
2 Saints begin the endless song, Cry aloud in heavenly lays, Glory doth to God belong, God, the glorious Saviour, praise: All salvation from him came, Him, who reigns enthroned on high: Glory to the bleeding Lamb, Let the morning stars reply.
3 Angel-powers the throne surround, Next the saints in glory they; Lulled with the transporting sound, They their silent homage pay, Prostrate on their face before God and his Messiah fall; Then in hymns of praise adore, Shout the Lamb that died for all.
4 Be it so, they all reply, Him let all our orders praise; Him that did for sinners die, Saviour of the favoured race! Render we our God his right, Glory, wisdom, thanks, and power, Honour, majesty, and might; Praise him, praise him evermore!
