On Zion's glorious summit stood
A numerous 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 victory 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, forever new
Rise in succession to their view
Rise in succession to their view
Sanctus:
Holy, holy, holy Lord
God of hosts, on high adored
Who like me thy praise should sing
O Almighty King
Holy, holy, holy Lord
God of hosts, on high adored
Holy, holy, holy

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