The church adore around,
With vials full of odors sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.
3 Now to the Lamb that once was slain,
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy, remain
For ever on thy head!
4 Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood,
Hast set the prisoners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,