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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