WHEN the sweet anthem rolls along
In God’s fair temple here below,
Jesus, the theme of every song,
Comes down to make His praises flow.
And I have heard His glorious Name,
In rising and in falling strains,
With thousand hearts and tongues aflame,
Re-echoed by the hills and plains.
But what are all our songs below,
Compared with His eternal love?
I therefore sometimes long to know
How saints and angels sing above.
“Worthy the Lamb who once was slain”—
Is the grand effort of their songs:
“Worthy is He to live and reign,
For endless power to Him belongs.”
Jesus, the Theme of every song,
I hope to sing Thy grace and love,
While the sweet anthem rolls along
To all eternity above.