Behold the lamb, archangels, fold your wings

1 Behold the Lamb!
Archangels, fold your wings;
Seraphs, hush all the strings
Of million lyres:
The Victim, veiled on earth, in love
Unveiled, enthroned, adored above.
All heaven admires!

2 Behold the Lamb!
Drop down, ye glorious skies,
He dies, he dies, he dies
For man once lost!
Yet lo! he lives, he lives, he lives,
And to his church himself he gives,
Incarnate host!

3 Behold the Lamb!
All hail, Eternal Word!
Thou universal Lord,
Purge out our leaven;
Clothe us with godliness and good;
Feed us with thy celestial food,
Manna from heaven!

4 Behold the Lamb!
Saints wrapped in blissful rest,
Souls waiting to be blest,
Oh, Lord, how long!
Thou church on earth, o'erwhelmed with fears,
Still in this vale of woe and tears,
Swell the full song.

5 Behold the Lamb!
Worthy is he alone,
To sit upon the throne
Of God above!
One with the Ancient of all days,
One with the Paraclete in praise,
All light, all love!


Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #261