On Zion's glorious summit stood A num'rous host redeemed by blood! They hymned their King in strains divine I heard the song and strove to join I heard the song and strove to join
Here all who suffered sword or flame For truth or Jesus' lovely name Shout vict'ry now and hail the Lamb And bow before the great I AM And bow before the great I AM
While everlasting ages roll Eternal love shall feast their soul And scenes of bliss, for ever new Rise in succession to their view Rise in succession to their view
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Holy, holy, holy Lord God of hosts, on high adored! Who like me Thy praise should sing O Almighty King!inward peace
Do more than pardon: give us joy Sweet fear, and sober liberty And loving hearts without alloy That only long to be like Thee
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