Worthy is he, that once was slain,
The Prince of peace that groan’d and died;
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign,
At his almighty Father’s side.

Pow’r and dominion are his due,
Who stood condemn’d at Pilate’s bar.
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too,
Though he was charg’d with madness here.

Honour immortal must be paid,
Instead of scandal and of score;
While glory shines about his head,
And a bright crown without a thorn.

Blessings for ever on the Lamb,
Whose blood speaks peace to wretched men,
Let angels sound his sacred name;
And ev’ry creature say, Amen.