Many sons to glory bringing,
God sets forth His heavenly name;
On we march, in chorus singing,
"Worthy the ascended Lamb!"

God, who gave the blood to screen us,
God looks down in perfect love;
Clouds may seem to pass between us,
There's no change in Him above.

Though the restless foe accuses,
Sins recounting like a flood,
Every charge our God refuses:
Christ has answered with His blood.

In the refuge God provided,
Though the world's destruction lowers,
We are safe - to Christ confided,
Everlasting life is ours.

And, ere long, when come to glory,
We shall sing a well-known strain,
This - the never-tiring story - 
"Worthy is the Lamb once slain!"